When I'm made to clean my own house I pretend I'm Cinderella.   NOT Snow White. While I do admire her puffed sleeves and #madwhistlingskills, I'd rather take my chances with a homicidal witch than seven slobs (of any size or gender).    Okay, okay. No one MAKES me clean my house.  Alright, FINE. I haven't really cleaned a house in probably five years. But I do the dishes and laundry and pre-clean for the real cleaners along with occasional light vacuum and swiffer work and I still pretend to