Why I Hate Having A Clean House

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The past few weeks have been challenging to say the least. We are getting ready to say adieu to our tiny two bedroom one bath condo for something that fits us better. This has meant a lot of things. I have had to have a clean house. Not just a semi clean house but an immaculately cleaned house. Keeping a house that tidy is just not in my DNA.

 

Everyone says that once you have a clean house it is easier to maintain as long as you are putting it back to clean mode everyday which is somewhat true and does take a lot less time then waiting for your house to get super messy before cleaning it. What I have found though is that having a super clean house is not all it’s cracked up to be. Sure it feels nice and is much better than sitting in a house that could be featured on an episode of hoarders, But it taunts me. Once the house is clean I look around and still see imperfections. Because nobody can clean that perfect. It is so clean every tiny thing stares out at me and screams loudly just as if it is another child in my household. Following around my children to make sure they don’t mess it up is also not fun at all.

 

When I have had to leave the house squeaky clean so some interested buyer can come look at it. I literally have had to run out so the tiny imperfections stop blaring there horn at me. I would much rather have a mediocre cleaned house. Nothing too messy. But just enough mess so the tiny things don’t rear out their ugly head and drive me quite so crazy.

 

I have never been the best homemaker. I hold onto clutter and things can get pretty messy fairly quickly. Don’t even get me started on the laundry. I let it pile up so long that it is intimidating as slaying a fearsome dragon to rescue the princess in the tall cloud reaching tower.

 

I have never wanted to be a slave to a clean house. Maybe that is why a little mess never bothers me too much. When faced with the decision to go to a park with my kids, a lunch date with friends or lets face it maybe even a visit to the OB. or stay home and tackle my daily chores. I would gladly leave my messy house. The mess can always wait right?

 

This constant June Cleaver mode of cleaning has taught me a few things. Sometimes messy is ok. Constant clean house perfection is overrated, and  no matter how my house looks, some good chocolate and a nap can always ease the mind.

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  • June May 1, 2013, 11:30 AM

    They say a messy house is a sign of happy kids ;)

  • Michal Sarah May 1, 2013, 11:41 AM

    I knew there was a reason I loved you instantly! Shawn has been helping out around the house a lot since this pregnancy has been harder on me than expected, and we recently had conversation where he implied he was excited for the baby to come for that very reason. I had to break it to him that a clean house is not exactly a priority of mine. I was raised that playing with the babies is much more worth while than mopped floors.

  • Kathy May 1, 2013, 7:33 PM

    I feel the same way! Seriously. Messy house = fun!

  • Jill @ BeingSpiffy May 1, 2013, 11:11 PM

    I am sooooo right there with ya! That’s why I nap. I don’t notice any messes when I’m asleep!

  • Abby Hatch May 2, 2013, 9:18 PM

    Carly,

    I hear you! As I type I have a pile as tall as I am in my laundry room! The clean pile is taller than the dirty but my poor husband has had to go laundry diving for clothes for a couple days!

    The other comments made me think of this poem:
    “The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
    for children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
    So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
    I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.”
    Ruth Hamilton

    But I have to admit, my housework has been neglected less because of rocking my baby and more because I’ve been having so much fun following our LTYM friends blogs. :)

    I love you! Thanks for the post!

  • Jewels May 6, 2013, 10:29 AM

    I’ve never been a great housekeeper and have to admit that the internet has hindered my efforts even more.
    I used to worry about what my kids’ friends would think, but I discovered that they’re more interested in how they feel in your house than how clean it is. Some of their mothers have VERY clean houses, but the kids don’t choose to hang out there. Clean does not equal happy, relaxed does!

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