Can I take a few minutes and be real? Really real?
I’m pretty awful at taking care of my house. It’s clean, but it’s not. It’s free of dirt and crumbs, but it’s a mess. I try to clean bathrooms once a month and wish I’d do it every weekend.
After a really long day, when I don’t have much fight left, my house is the first thing that’s dropped. It usually takes all I have left to be even-tempered and fun for my children. Since I’m being honest, fun is a stretch. I think it’s a phase, but Maximus has spent the last week complaining that he hasn’t done anything fun. I may need to step up my game a bit!
There’s a subconscious goal in my head. Bedtime. After I reach that goal, it’s like autopilot to the couch. Before I know it I’ve been sucked into the comfy cushions and I’m cruising the social media world on my phone. Forty-five minutes later and I call the night a wash. It’s the most unproductive part of my day. Believe me, I get sucked into a lot during the work day and have had my fair share of unproductive days.
I can’t exactly remember what my night life was like before Quinten. I’d like to hope that I was a little more productive. I do remember telling myself that the house could wait once I had a baby who never slept through the night. After all, babies don’t keep. Now I can’t get myself out of the routine. It’s bad. I should be cleaning the kitchen or meal planning. Instead colors and drawings liter the counters. Random items are thrown together to make meals (Usually by my husband because I walk in the door when they start getting hangry.) I know these times are hard. The days are long but the years are short. I do feel that. But I also feel that we need to find some kind of healthy balance in our home. I’m not sure how to figure that out with two jobs that constantly pulli us back in, two children who require constant attention, and a house to look after.
What suggestions do you have?