When I was single my house was clean.
When I got married and it was just my husband, myself, and our dog, my house was clean.
I could clean my house once every two weeks and for the entire two weeks it stayed clean. I didn’t have to dust in between. I didn’t have to vacuum. It stayed clean. I left for work and came back home and guess what? Still clean.
Then, I had my first child. And it still stayed clean.
When he was two years old, yes, his toys would take over the house but…it was still clean. I would have to wipe up milk and crumbs daily, but it was doable. It was sustainable. It didn’t undo all the work I had done two weeks prior in thoroughly cleaning the house.
But, then I had my second child. And maintaining the cleaning became harder. The cleaning became more and more frequent. I’m talking multiple times a day. And I just got tired. Tired…tired…tired.
I used to clean and be able to sit back for two weeks and enjoy the clean. Now, I get to sit back for two minutes.
The mess is never ending. Never ending.
Hand prints on windows. Spills and crumbs on floors, carpets, and tables.
Water in teapots sprinkled all around the room. Dirt on the bathroom counter from a child trying to wash his hands.
Towels on the bathroom floor from a child trying to dry his hands. Hand prints and foot prints on the kitchen counters from children climbing up for snacks. Hand prints on oven and refrigerator doors. Empty snack bags and bowls and cups lay around the house. Pee around and all over the toilet.
Now, we’ve all read the memes that tell us that one day we will miss the dirty hand prints and all the mess. I’m sure this is true. But not now. It is not true for me now.
I look back longingly to the days when I cleaned and everything stayed clean. I love a clean house. Love it. But it is not healthy, at this season of my life, for me to have a clean house. Not the kind of clean that I want. Not the kind that I used to have.
Because when my floors have just been cleaned, inevitably a child will come inside from playing in the sand box or playing with sidewalk chalk and leave footprints in his wake. When my windows have just been polished, a child will come along and discover a cardinal perched outside the window and will have to try to lick it through the glass.
As soon as the kitchen is spotless and every dish is put away and every surface is wiped clean, a child will come along and want to eat a muffin. A crumbling muffin that will not behave itself even if it is placed inside a bowl.
And when you give a child a muffin, they will want a glass of milk. They will try to pour it themselves and there will be another mess. And I will turn into a Momster. A MOMSTER!!!And when you give a child a muffin, they will want a glass of milk. @messy2shoes #momlife Click To Tweet
I will stalk the freshly cleaned areas barking orders to stay off that and get away from there. And God forbid someone makes a mess, my head will spin and I will say things like, “What are you doing?” but not in a nice or kind way more like this, “Whaaaat are youuu doooiinngg!!!!” They will try to explain things but I will have zero compassion because they have just “ruined everything I just did.” (Yes, I will say that.) There will be sad little faces and I won’t like myself very much. So, for the sake of my kids well-being and my own personal sanity, I will hold the reality of cleanliness very loosely and my kid’s hearts very tightly.
Sherry White is a wife and mother of two who can be seen throwing Doritos and cookies at her kids when she’s trying to write for her blog http://www.themessychristian.com. Life is messy, parenting is messy, and she likes to write about it! You can follow her @messy2shoes on Facebook.
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