I’m the mother of three fun kids and wife of one great husband. I am passionate about making my family my life’s work. Overall, I feel great about where God has placed me in life, and I wouldn’t want to do anything else.
But when it comes to keeping my home in order, I struggle. “Struggle” doesn’t fully describe the frustration and feeling of hopelessness I felt when I would wake up and realize that my home was in total chaos. I know how to clean, but clutter gets the best of me. I don’t see it until it is out of control. And when there’s clutter everywhere, cleaning is almost impossible.
So many times I tried to change. I would agonize over why it seemed so hard.
And then, in early 2008, I discovered the world of blogs. Within days, I knew that I wanted to start one. I love to write, and blogging completely intrigued me. I came up with several ideas that were exciting to me. People encouraged me to write about my passion for being a full-time mother. Many times, I almost began.
But one thing stopped me. I know that I tend to jump into new ventures with all of my energy. And I knew that if I began a blog, it would consume me. With my house in complete chaos, I couldn’t let myself do anything that would take my focus away from it. Besides, I wanted to be able to share fully without worrying that someone would find out what my house really looked like and dismiss all of my words about the importance of motherhood.
So I waited. And my home stayed in chaos.
Then, in August of 09, I sat in church one Sunday morning and grieved over my home. The frustration over my seeming inability to make it better was huge. I resented it so much, since I knew that it was keeping me from doing good things. And one of those things, of course, was blogging.
And then it hit me. I could start a blog about my struggles to keep my home out of chaos. Probably no one would read it, and I didn’t even know if I wanted anyone to, but it would keep me focused.
I could use blogging to help my home, and be sure that it wouldn’t hurt it.
And so that’s what I did. Right there in church, I came up with the name – A Slob Comes Clean. I tried and tried to think of a nicer word than “slob.” But I decided that if I was going to do this, I wasn’t going to sugar-coat anything. I wouldn’t pretend that it wasn’t that bad. I had to be completely honest with myself if I was ever going to figure out why I am this way, and what I can do to change.
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