Housekeeping Tribulations
Confessions of the domestically impaired.....
OK, so I'm not working outside of the home. So, the least that I can do is keep my house clean. Right?
Ugh.
My mother-in-law is a fanatically perfect homemaker. No dust. Not clutter. Just lots and lots of treasures that clearly require a lot of maintenance to keep dust bunny free. It's no surprise, therefore, that my husband has a low tolerance for my somewhat fuzzy domestic skills.
Ugh again.
I tried Fly Lady for a while. But, like my friend Ginou said, Fly Lady is a house keeping Nazi that quickly takes over your life if you let her in your door. So, in order to eliminate the 200+ emails Fly Lady sends every day, I converted her cleaning schedule to my own needs, and built an Excel spreadsheet in order to stay on top of it.
I must say...things are looking good. But may I make one whiney observation? Minao's room is full of toys that he hasn't touched in months. As soon as his room was clean ("Mom! This is great! I am proud on you!"), all those toys neatly lined up on the shelves were too tempting to resist, and I am now spending more time cleaning up after him every day than it took me to clean the whole room to begin with. It's only been a few days, and I'm already fed up with following him around and begging him to put things away. Even as I sit here typing this, I can hear the crash of a play tote being emptied on his bedroom floor. And let's not forget that since I mopped the kitchen floor this morning, Minao has spilled his juice three times.
Ugh again.
The worst thing about housekeeping is that it is so freaking DAILY. Each tedious little chore must be done again and again and again, ad nauseum. I have to keep preaching to myself that it is worth it. It may not feel worth it, but it is worth it.
OK, so I'm not working outside of the home. So, the least that I can do is keep my house clean. Right?
Ugh.
My mother-in-law is a fanatically perfect homemaker. No dust. Not clutter. Just lots and lots of treasures that clearly require a lot of maintenance to keep dust bunny free. It's no surprise, therefore, that my husband has a low tolerance for my somewhat fuzzy domestic skills.
Ugh again.
I tried Fly Lady for a while. But, like my friend Ginou said, Fly Lady is a house keeping Nazi that quickly takes over your life if you let her in your door. So, in order to eliminate the 200+ emails Fly Lady sends every day, I converted her cleaning schedule to my own needs, and built an Excel spreadsheet in order to stay on top of it.
I must say...things are looking good. But may I make one whiney observation? Minao's room is full of toys that he hasn't touched in months. As soon as his room was clean ("Mom! This is great! I am proud on you!"), all those toys neatly lined up on the shelves were too tempting to resist, and I am now spending more time cleaning up after him every day than it took me to clean the whole room to begin with. It's only been a few days, and I'm already fed up with following him around and begging him to put things away. Even as I sit here typing this, I can hear the crash of a play tote being emptied on his bedroom floor. And let's not forget that since I mopped the kitchen floor this morning, Minao has spilled his juice three times.
Ugh again.
The worst thing about housekeeping is that it is so freaking DAILY. Each tedious little chore must be done again and again and again, ad nauseum. I have to keep preaching to myself that it is worth it. It may not feel worth it, but it is worth it.
posted by Rhonda L at 5:22 PM
1 Comments:
Rhonda, do what my mom always did...put half of them up, and when the ones that he has out start getting not-so-fun, swap them out. It's half the mess to clean and he always has "new" toys! :)
I hear you on keeping the house clean when you aren't working outside the home. Easier said than done.
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