In a Sparkling House With Spotless Clothes, Kids Can’t Be Kids
So, I’ll never have a Pinterest home.
I dreamed a dream in times gone by that I would have a sparkling home. With everything tidy and bright, including the smiles of my child.
Then, I had a child, and I forgot even what day it was. It didn’t get easier as time went by, but the guilt grew bigger and bigger.
For a long time, I felt guilty about the clutter.
Cleanliness, it’s been on the table. But everything else felt misplaced.
Am I a bad parent for having a messy house? I tried so hard to keep everything together.
Then, I became overtired. That’s when I realized obsessing over a tidy house was actually making me a bad parent — tired, cranky, never in the mood to play, always with a short fuse.
Something had to change.
Change meant not doing anything
We do a weekly, sometimes bi-monthly semi-deep-ish cleaning — take everything from the floors, vacuum, and mop.
We wash the dishes, sometime during the day.
If we see ants somewhere in the house, we study them, but only for a bit. Then, we do a deep clean, so they won’t have a reason to come back…
