March 2, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
I’ll be the first to admit my name is A TOTAL LIE. I am NOT terribly domestic. I am also not a goddess. I know, you are shocked, right? But I am good at keeping up with the basics. My kids are fed well, have clean clothes every day (mostly) and once a year we even bathe them.
I KEED, I KEED!
Anyways, I keep up with stuff. When we first got married, I was great at it. We lived in a four room apartment and it was SPOTLESS. Then we bought our first house and it always looked nice. Then we had kids. Then I realized my house was a freaking disaster because I didn’t have time to clean it (time management is not my strong point, yo). Then I started doing Flylady and Motivated Moms and it got me back on track. And if you suck at domestic stuff? Check out those websites, mmkay? You can thank me later. And don’t tell me it doesn’t work, that means you aren’t trying hard enough or you’re doing it wrong. SHEESH.
What I’ve learned over fifteen years of marriage and ten-plus years of kids? It doesn’t have to be perfect. It has to be good enough. Now, I’m an overachiever by nature but housework? It gets done when it needs to get done (sometimes). I try every morning to get dishes unloaded and reloaded. I cook four meals a week. One or two nights we do leftovers or easy stuff (like soup or something from the freezer). And once a week, Mommy gets a break and gets takeout. Or we go out to dinner. Or we just snack on crap, because popcorn has TONS of fiber and is nutritious. Besides, it’s naturally derived and fine in moderation! Or is that Corn “sugar?”
No, my house isn’t the cleanest. Chances are if you stop by, there will be crumbs on the floor. Great example? Last night I vacuumed the entire first floor. It looked nice. For five minutes. And then Bugaboo happened. Seriously, my dogs are cleaner than this kids. But my house is in a perpetual state of slightly messy, there are often dishes in the sink and I’m always folding and putting away the laundry. It’s the same pile in my room, I swear. Like the loaves and fishes. I fold it, and three more socks pop up in its place. SO NOT FAIR.
My point? Well, there is no point. C’mon! You’ve been reading long enough to know I talk in circles and I have ADHD! But if I had a point it would be this: Life is short. No one EVER says on their death-bed that they wish they vacuumed the floor more often. The people I know and love that have been close to death confided that they wish they spent more time with their children, grandchildren, family, etc. So my plan isn’t to live a life of regret.
Housework will ALWAYS be there. My children? WILL GROW UP FASTLY. And while I know I need to keep it healthy in here so we don’t end up on an episode of hoarders and I want to pass on good values and self-responsibility to my children? I will also impress upon them that it’s okay if things are a little messy or less-than-perfect.
Because it’s more important to me to spend that ever-so-fleeting quality time with my kids. I’m not going to miss a thing.
It’s not like the dishes are gonna grow legs and walk away, yo. Or they might, if I leave ’em sitting long enough with food on ’em. Ew.