I used to have a housekeeper. I would come in and the place would be immaculate and the clothes would be washed without my lifing a finger.
It was a series of serene happy interludes years ago during that hell which was teaching for an ungrateful overbearing wretch and her two assistant wretches in the state technical college system.
Then my financial consultant at the time became dissatisfied with her husband's handling of business between us to the point that I was taking no end of grief for 'being his bitch' as it were.
So I had to let her go because she was his spouse. Apparently just stopping business with him was inadequate.
As time has gone on I find myself more skilled in those domestic tasks I shunned totally so long ago.
I just miss the great job she did and my lack of intervention to achieve those ends. In the immortal words of Charles Shultz ...