Once again, linking with Shell.
I like cleaning. I like having a clean house. Most days, though, you wouldn't know it.
Since Hannah was born, our chores have taken a hit. Our living room, especially, looks like hell. Our coffee table is covered in a bunch of papers and pieces of whatever I'm working on at the time (this week, it's her baby book). One end table is covered in photos, and has been for months, because her dad and I have been neglecting her photo album.
I don't remember the last time I vacuumed. This week, a few days went by without either of us doing the dishes. And we don't have a dishwasher.
I've been making a weak attempt to keep our bedroom as a "safe place" that's free of useless clutter and looks like a room that a guest would like to stay in. Instead, there's at least one laundry basket full of clothes in there, and I can say without second guessing myself that my bed isn't made.
Our office-library is a sty. There are still boxes of unpacked books up there.
My living room is covered in a fine layer of dust that I "keep meaning to get to" but never seem to find the time for.
And you know what?
I don't care.
Nope. Not one bit.
But truth is, with an infant, keeping up with the housework on my own is pretty impossible. I do what I can, but there have been so many days when there are more dishes than I can handle and I can't remember when I last swept the floors. While it bugs me, I really don't care. A dirty house used to really stress me out--and sometimes it still does--but since Hannah arrived, it's easier to overlook the dust.
|Two months old|
I can't believe I have a six--almost seven--month old. The next six months are going to fly by for us, and then I'll have a toddler making messes and running around. I don't want to miss it because I was so worried about cleaning my living room.
I had an aunt who woke up everyday at 4:30 to clean her house before work. Totally not my style. I wish I had that sort of drive, but it's never going to happen. In 20 years or so, I can be the woman on the block with the super clean house. Today, it doesn't matter that the floor needs to be swept, because she's six months old and before I know it, she'll be sixteen.
|Six months old|
Whenever I start to get frustrated with the state of things and try to multitask, I have to remind myself of the following. I heard it once as a little girl and it's been on my mind a lot lately.