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.