@CalamityJane,
You know (now I know I'm old, I kvetch a lot) even as a kid, when I worked as a cleaner, which I did for a few years, I didn't need anyone to tell me what to do.
(Except for the goddam fanatic who made me polish her goddam terrazo bathroom floor every week, then strip the goddam polish off with harmful chemicals every fourth week, and start again!)
Clearly, one does a good general clean each time, but focuses on one special room or area in turn each time, until one has done all of them, then one starts again.
Did I say how much I hate venetian blinds?
But cleaning the cat litter....that is OUT there! I'd do it, cos I like cats and I'm used to cleaning up after aminals.
I had one employer...oy veh!!!!!
I had three hours a week.
In this time one had to do a full family wash...in a TWIN TUB (do any of you know what that is? It is a washing machine from hell.....it has a pathetic little washer, which agitates away, then, by hand, one must move the entire wash to the rinser/dryer tub, spin it to get rid of some suds, then fill it by hand and spin it again several times to rinse and dry....this means the beast can never be left alone....especially as the wash tub is so small that a full family wash was at least ten tubs full). Then one had to hang out the wash.
After this, one had to do an entire three bedroom house clean...including washing up, and, as the client used to enjoy large dinner parties on Saturday nights, and all the dishes would still be stacked dirty in the sink when I got there on Wednesday, this was sometimes a major job in itself.
In one's spare time, one was expected to bring the wash in if it was dry, and make a good start on the ironing.
I STILL meet fellow sufferers who worked for her....none of us lasted long. I was young, strong and fit...but I wore out just like all the others.