This is not a confession.. it's not something I hide... I claim to be the damn best parent I personally can be and darn it I am.. I work hard at it.. but.. when it comes to being a home maker? a June Cleaver? ha! I am not.. and I will never claim to be.
I am Peggy Bundy.
I Hate Cleaning and I hate cooking! I so so so sooo wish I honestly do, that I had the curiosity to try new recipes, the energy to scrub toilets and bath tubs, to put socks into pairs, to fight stains like a pro, to clean grout, to dust daily.. (heck even weekly), to keep up with laundry, to greet my husband at the door with a hot meal and a clean house and looking great. But.. I don't, I could try.. but I choose not to...
I cut corners.. my living room, playroom, kitchen and bathroom look presentable.. if you look closely you'd find the carpet needs steaming, nothing has been dusted, I don't move the couches to vacuum.. I do only surface cleaning.. unless it's a weekend.. then I don't bother.. Why? it'll just be dirty 15 minutes later.
My kitchen is clean but if you dig, you'd notice my cutlery is not in order, I just dump them in a drawer, my refrigerator is busting at the seams with expired yogurt, containers with old leftovers and mystery balls of foil.
My baking soda has not been changed since 2008 (when we moved here) My oven sometimes guards dirty pans that I don't want to bother with immediately.
My bathroom is clean ..cleaner than a public one at least.. but my bathtub sometimes looks like mouldy cheese.
Gross I know..
I mean, things get done, certain things have a priority, clean dishes, clean clothes, the refrigerator except for the baking soda does get cleaned every time I have to go grocery shopping otherwise nothing would fit. a Clean area to cook, a clean toilet, a relatively clutter free living room...
Just don't ask about my bedroom. I call that my hamper.
I also cook.. but I have a handful of easy dishes I rotate.. and Fridays are Pizza night and weekends we dine at my mother in law's oh! and once a week my husband likes to grill, that is how I get away with having food on the table without much effort.
I also noticed though when it comes to deep cleaning...
Don't get me wrong I have an anal side as well.. there are times when the dust bunnies and the grime keep taunting me.. they keep calling my name.. they go "lazy! You can't get rid of us! you love us! We are here forever" and I get angry at myself and I go into a rampage.. then I become someone along the lines of
But it doesn't happen often! or I'd scare my poor kids lol...
You see.. I have a million excuses to be this way
I have a nursling who every time I get the energy to get things done she wants me to sit down so she can nap and nurse.
I have a 5 yr old that wants a constant playmate
I'd rather play with her than scrub toilets *shrugs
I'd rather have a tickle fight than mop the floor
I'd rather watch a movie while I blog like I am right now than pick up the mess of toys she has left...
I'd rather go snuggle with my baby than load the dishwasher with the dishes from dinner
I'd rather be happy than miserable...
I know things need to get done but sometimes messes remind me of that torture..where they would make a prisoner pick up rocks and put them on one end of the building and once done.. they would have to pick them up only to take them back to the other side and it was that same cycle forever..
When you wash dishes.. they're going to get dirty.. when you pick up the living room it's only going to get messy again..
I am not saying we mustn't be clean and strive for neatness... but I think taking a day off.. or realizing the house is never going to be fully clean with a house full of children.. can be liberating.
If anyone can manage to have a spotless house.. without sacrificing some of their sanity and playtime with the kids.. and fun with the hubby ...please tell me your secret!