my cleaning lady that she really needs to up her game when cleaning my chandelier.
I don't tell her because my sanity depends on having a cleaning lady. With all my permanent kids and DCF kids that come through my house, her twice a month visits keep me sane. So I either have to accept the cobwebs and pretend we live in the Haunted Mansion, or clean them myself. I'm not doing anything to tick her off, so "Welcome, foolish mortals!"