Either I haven’t figured out how to maintain a clean home, or living with three boy-children is incompatible with keeping one’s house clean. Maybe it’s both.
I stood in the middle of the living room on Saturday and looked around. It looked like the aftermath of a tornado. Toys everywhere. Cushions strewn on the floor. The dining table was covered with food, paper, markers, Lego, cups and the hardwood floor was covered with more of the same.
‘Do other people live like this,’ I wondered.
So I vowed to clean house today. Really clean. Well, as much as one can clean in the presence of two people bound and determined to undo the work. Pick up the toys. Dump out the toys. Sweep food from the floor. Dump more food on the floor. Pick up the boardgames. Dump the boardgames on the floor. It’s more annoying than Groundhog’s Day.
The professor came home early. I was wearing the same grey ‘yoga’ pants and tank top as I had when he left the house at 9.30am. The same outfit I’d slept in the night before. ‘Dressing for success today,’ he mocked me, ‘are those your productivity pants?’
Well, as a matter of fact…laundry, banana muffins, laundry, rice krispie treats, laundry, clean bathroom, clean baseboards, laundry, load dishwasher, laundry, unload dishwasher, change sheets on all beds, laundry, put away laundry, vacuum, dust, laundry, wash all three boys’ hair, laundry, shower, make dinner, read with the Gort.
I’m pretty sure the guy working on our basement thinks I’m a deadbeat, what with my stellar wardrobe choices and dirty-haired boy-children wearing pajamas past noon. So I gave him a banana muffin today when he was done sanding the drywall….hush money.
At the end of the day, my laundry pile was higher than when I first began. And I hadn’t even cleaned the kitchen, or the other bathroom, or the dining room, or the office. And the upstairs bathroom sink – the one I’d scrubbed with my own bare hands – had red toothpaste all over it.
Five hours of work….for ten minutes of enjoyment? Strangely, it’s worth it.
My upstairs hallway, which is usually so disastrous I forbid guests from viewing it