Housework is the bane of my existence. I would much rather be writing, reading, scrap booking, or playing with my kids. I even prefer doing laundry and cooking to the mundane tasks of cleaning my bathrooms, doing the dishes, and sweeping or vacuuming the floors.
Yet housework is a necessary evil. I like having a clean house. I just don’t like cleaning it. Someday when I’m rich (if that day ever comes) I will hire someone to clean my house. Then I get the rewards without the work. But for now I am the official housekeeper.
When I finally do get started cleaning and the entire house is clean from top to bottom I feel so much better. I can look around with satisfaction and feel good about the job that I’ve done. At least that is until my son goes to the bathroom and misses (he is horrible and no matter how many times I tell him to watch where he’s peeing he inevitably makes a mess), or my youngest decides to give her pony a bath in the sink and spreads soap all over the sink and mirror in the process.
I think that is the biggest reason I hate housework. It is a never-ending process. As soon as I get one room clean and start on the next my kids will make a mess in the first room and the cycle continues.
My goal is to pick up the toys at least once a day. This task is completed right before my husband comes home because he likes a picked up house. I also try and clean my bathrooms once a week and vacuum and sweep at least two times a week. This doesn’t always happen though. I will get a project that needs to be completed. Or sometimes I lose myself in a book when I should be cleaning. I often forgo cleaning for family activities. Today instead of cleaning I worked on things for my daughter’s birthday party.
My house isn’t especially messy. In fact I’ve had a few people comment on how clean it is. That’s usually because I don’t let my kids play in the living room and that is the room guests see. But it definitely isn’t as clean as my mother’s or my sister’s homes, although since my sister had her third child she actually admitted to not making her bed one day. (I secretly rejoiced.)
I guess I’m just going to have to be satisfied with how things are or break out my cleaning supplies more often. Which come to think of it probably won’t happen.
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