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Unkept House: Life Unmasked

Can I tell you something? A small and not so serious bit of my life unmasked?

My house never seems to be in order. There are piles of papers from school on the kitchen counter. There may or may not be dirty dishes from the night before in the sink.

There may or may not be dirty clothes in the bathroom floor. In my defense they are my son’s and not mine. He is always running late to school (the child is not a morning person) so I did not have time to remind him to pick them up. But I’m not his maid. How else will he learn to tidy up after himself?

You probably could have written your name in the dust on some of the furniture except my son was grounded and kept complaining that he was bored so I made him dust the furniture two weeks ago. He has certain chores that are his, but dusting isn’t one of them. Maybe I should ground him more often.

The floor needs sweeping and vacuuming and mopping. I hate to vacuum. I hate any household chore for that matter. I would love a house elf. You know like Dobby in Harry Potter. I would treat him well I promise.

So there is my bit of life unmasked for this week. I hate household chores. If I were the perfect wife and mother my house would always be spotless and everything perfectly in place. But I’m not perfect. I tried that for a while and honestly? Being perfect is overrated. Not to mention exhausting. So I’ll choose a house that is lived in instead of perfectly kept.

And with that being said, I’m going to clean my house. Because there does come a point where it will push me over the edge. And well….it’s at that point.

  • Tricia - September 21, 2011 - 11:29 am

    I totally understand. I have two little boys, so it seems I never get ahead of the toys through the house, food under the chair, laundry piled up, dust everywhere cycle. If I get one room clean, the others start looking even worse! I much prefer writing, reading (myself, or to the boys) or cooking and baking to cleaning the house. . .

    I realized that I might not be as terrible a housekeeper as I tell myself I am when my oldest son imitated washing dishes and sweeping the floor as “daily work” . . . maybe it’s just really that hard to keep up with!

    We’re going to be moving in a couple weeks, so I too “have” to work on it. I keep thinking that this is going to be my fresh start, but I think reality (and a third one on the way) will probably check those lofty goals. Really, there are things I can do to make it less “all over the place” – but there are also times to revel in the things we love, rather than subject ourselves only and constantly to the drudgery. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • floyd - September 21, 2011 - 6:05 pm

    I appreciate your honesty! Since this is feeling like a confessional, I’ll take my turn. I haven’t pulled or sprayed one weed outside the grass this year… Year after year, and still each year seems to get worse… I’ve also neglected to refill the soft water system that is so needed in the southwest. I haven’t told my wife either…

    I could go on, but you get the idea. There is a time and a place, maybe it too is my time, but the words you and the rest of us who write leave behind will be remembered long after the dust has settled…ReplyCancel

  • mich pendergrass - September 21, 2011 - 8:52 pm

    Well, if it’s any consolation, I haven’t mopped my floors in over a month.ReplyCancel