Does it happen to all housewives at some time in their homemaking careers? The letting go of the perfectly tidy house? The relaxing with all the cleaning, the days of organizing, watching Flylady routines on YouTube to get ideas…or try and reinspire yourself?
Does a time come when you post a note on the fridge that says “Let It Go” and you take it as seriously as a Proverb in the Bible?
I feel busy with task and projects all day but I move slowly and methodically and at the end of the day the house is a mess (I mean this in the most creative way, of course) and in the morning there are dishes in the sink but the coffee was prepped and that seems pretty successful.
My children make cities with their blocks and legos all over my floors and are slowing taking over shelf space for dinosaur habitats. I’ve given up on home maintenance. My children are no longer little tots that sit and play with a small basket of big blocks that are easy to clean up or hours in a sandbox outside. No, they are big boys and their creations are huge messes. The table becomes an artist studio, the living room floor becomes the site of a small city. And clay…Lord, when the eldest decided to become a sculptor I foolishly let him do it in the dining room and at the end of the day, I moved that idea out to the patio.
When I search for cleaning and organizing inspiration on YouTube vlogs I see immaculate homes with nice little plastic bins from Dollar Tree where every little thing has its place. Fridges are organized and labeled from bologna to lettuce.
But is it always like this? Don’t these blogging, vlogging homemakers ever just say, “Forget it!” and just relax into the mess and enjoy the day? If you lived on Pinterest and Instagram, YouTube and Facebook, you begin to think everyone has a fabulous, rich, and perfect life, home, and lush garden.
I am in constant motion through the day; sweeping this room, washing out the bathroom sink, setting up storage shelves, watering the garden, cooking the main meal of the day, brewing a bit more coffee for the afternoon shift, yelling at the kids to clean up the legos after I’ve speared my foot yet again, and washing dishes for the second or third time…
And yet the house looks as if I’ve taken the back seat to chores. Perhaps I sit about watching soaps all day and let my children run amok? That is the look we have here.
Part of me enjoys this new me. I’m relaxed. I move slowly through my duties. I don’t worry about getting it all done in one day. I leave the mess for the next day. The kids are happy, I’m calm. I may have a sink full of dishes but I decide to go write some. Before I couldn’t even think about writing until all the dishes were washed, floors swept, house tidied. Lately, I feel I just may be able to write and create during a hurricane.
Then we take a road trip and I read some of Mrs. Sharon White’s Home Economics. I read many entries about taking pride in our housework and staying at our task and being hard working despite being tired or ill. I feel guilty.
When we return home I run the vacuum through the house and wash all the dishes.