So, I cleaned my house. I know, I am probably the most exciting person in the world.
Truth be told, this past year I have raised a rather high maintenance child, worked every other school day, kept my family in clean laundry (mostly), fed my family creatively while on a budget, did a variety of side playing gigs, kept up faithfully with my blog posts (why yes, thank you for noticing) and oh by the way wrote a book. With a schedule like that, something had to give, and more often than not, it was the housework (which you'll notice is entirely missing from the above list...no use lying about it).
So today I cast aside my writer's guilt, and attempted to move my house's status from very embarrassing to just slightly embarrassing (unless you open the wrong door too fast and objects begin to rain down on you). Chubbs of course helped, waiting until I collected dust piles before crawling over and sitting her little bum right down in the middle of the pile all ready to be swept up. Oh yes, she also dashed over while I was vacuuming and attempted to take a nice juicy bite out of the cord-broke my rollers in the bathroom-and resorted all of the paper in the recycle bin.
I folded laundry (a bazillion loads), cleaned floors, organized trash bins, plowed through piles and piles of papers on my desk AKA the dining room table, cleaned the dishwasher with a snazzy cleaner thingy, thoroughly cleaned the garbage disposal (in the process breaking it...but thank goodness it's finally clean), wiped down, dusted, etc etc etc.
Yes, I'm inordinately proud of myself. Cleaning and organizing aren't really my thing, so when they by some miracle happen, I always taken a
As I will be joining the rants of the SAHM club in 12 very loooong work days, I figure the standard of my cleaning might be expected to go up here in the near future...about that...I make no promises...
Chubbs and I took a delightful break out on the lawn where she insisted on practicing her standing in the grass-the texture fascinated her. She also did a couple seconds of independent standing, making her face where she tries to get me to laugh and then falling backwards (wow she's lucky I have fast reflexes).
Anyhoo, such an exciting day, I'm sure it's hard to hear about all of the excitement you missed here today. You know, I waste a lot of energy on guilt about how my house isn't perfectly clean, but I'm slowly coming to the conclusion that it's OK that housecleaning just isn't my thing. I have other strengths (awkward pause while we all try to desperately think of something), and I do my best with the cleaning, staving away rats and debilitating mold-that should count for something. Note, I find it fascinating to read blog after blog about how to be a better housewife...but then all the reading wears me out and I have no actual energy left to institute their "34 steps to a more organized house" article...
How do you keep your house perfectly clean all of the time? (I just assume that everyone else does and I am the only failure...besides my wildly successful day today, of course)
Oh wow, gotta go. Chubbs is making noises that sound an awful lot like vomiting in her crib. The back patting must stop (for now).