Here’s the part I dislike about having my house as clean as it is today:
I turn into Crazy Mommy.
DON’T BRING YOUR TOYS INTO THE LIVING ROOM!
WHY WOULD YOU PLAY IN THE RAIN AND THEN WALK ACROSS THE LIVING ROOM!
ETC.ETC.ETC!
I would like to achieve a place of balance. If it wasn’t so rare an occasion, maybe I wouldn’t freak so much about keeping it this way.
I do know that even people whose homes are always neat probably freak a little on the days they are having parties. I just don’t want my kids to associate a clean house with a mean mom.
Ok, do you have a secret camera hidden in my house? One of the things I hate the most about my slovenly ways is that I turn into a monster when I know company is coming. I yell, I accuse, I criticize 🙁 I am responsible for my children's sloppy ways, but I make them feel terrible when I am in clean up mode. I'm sure they must have mixed emotions when I tell them company is coming. Something like "Yippee! Company!!" combined with "OH NO, MOM'S GONNA TURN INTO THAT MONSTER LADY!!"
I hate when I say to my kids, “It’s time to clean.” And they respond, “Who’s coming over?”
I’m so glad to read this! I seriously thought I was going to need therapy because I feel so tense with everyone because I’m trying to stay so focused on my chores. Thank God I’m not alone!
Nony/ Dana
Do you still feel this way now that cleaning and keeping your house clean is more of a habit? Do you still go into crazy mom mode trying to keep dirt out?
I have no kids but a husband that can do the work of 2. I found black hand prints that magic erasor had a hard time with (hot paper towls with dawn slaped on the walls worked when I remembed to return).
It has definitely gotten better. My perspective has changed so much, and perfection is no longer even a goal.
I am here. At this same point in my journey.
Company coming this weekend. Exhausted. But pleased with how things are looking.
Last night, I nearly snapped at my 14yo because a dirty dish was put in my nice clean sink instead of the dishwasher. Instead I should be celebrating that the dirty dish made it to the sink jin the first place!
It’s a challenge to find the proper perspective.
It’s not under the couch laundry pile, or the dirty dishes, or the regurgitated mailbox contents that reside on the kitchen table. I know perspective isn’t there, as those no longer exist.
Actually, those nonexistent places ARE when I find perspective. Hmmmmmm.
Hoping to find that same perspective soon, as far as the people go.
Maybe I just need to scrub them!!