My home is a wreck.
There, I said it.
We’ve been largely stuck at home for so long now. Yes, we’re finally starting to venture out a bit here and there (grandparents’ houses, riding bikes, etc.). Still, we’re basically homebodies. And I do mean bodIES, plural.
There are six of us in this house and four of us are
complete slobs young children.
I’m doing my best to teach everyone to pitch in, do chores, and clean up their own messes, but it’s a work in progress to say the very least. As the mom, and a stay at home mom in particular, the house cleaning largely falls to me.
I really do try to clean the house throughout the day
Still, in case you struggle with math and ratios, four kids mess a whole heck of a lot faster than one person cleans! Plus, the youngest is only a few months-old, so good luck getting him to pull his fair share…
Some might think a generally immobile baby wouldn’t be responsible for much mess, but they’d be wrong. That adorable little freeloading baby is the biggest disaster of them all!
He projectile pukes over everything, so we’re burning through laundry nonstop and everything smells funky. Plus, there are bottles strewn all over the place like we hosted a raging fraternity party sponsored by Medela.
All this to say: this house is a dump and it stresses me out.
I like things neat and orderly, or at the very least, clean-ish and stink-free-ish (I am raising all boys, so admittedly, standards have lowered over time).
So what am I doing now that the baby is napping and the other three boys are playing in their rooms?
NOT A DARN THING.
I’m staring at the war-zone around me, disgusted by what I see. Yet my butt remains firmly planted on this couch.
Sure, I did clean up a few things before I sat down… but that was like shoveling in the middle of a snowstorm: you can’t even tell.
I’m sleep-deprived. I miss playdates, swim team, teenage babysitters, and all the other things I typically rely on to stay afloat –especially during the summer. I love my kids, but I sure do like peace and quiet — and there’s been precious little of that going around lately.
So today, I’m enjoying the nanoseconds of peace as they come and I’m not squandering them by scrubbing away around the house. I’m a mom, not a maid — and while I may be a stay at home mom, I’m a person too.
One day my house will be clean (well, that or I’ll become the star of a new A&E series), but today is not that day. ‘
Tomorrow isn’t looking too good either.
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