Y’all ready for this??
I think I’m ready to come out of the closet.
I have this four letter in my life. It’s big and fat and it’s called (shhhh…) MESS.
Yep, it’s a mess up in here. Up in this van. Up in this kitchen. Up in this closet.
It doesn’t matter how pristine I get things while the munchkins sleep. Or how many organizing rants I go on in the junk drawer. It. does. not. stay. clean. for. even. four. stinking. minutes.
When they wake up, give it a good couple minutes of semi-supervised play and it is certain to look like a tornado touched down in our house. And I shouldn’t blame it all on the kids. No matter how hard I try, I’m just not a “cleanie” (<– as my mom calls them) by nature.
I’ve made significant improvements in my organization tactics, thanks to minimalists everywhere teaching me their ways. But the kids think diaper fights are hilarious so there are always diapers everywhere.
(I’ve had TWO … at times THREE … kids in diapers for FOUR straight years, does that buy me any sympathy from you?)
Shoes are strewn in places I won’t find until we rearrange furniture.
And the remotes? Holy guacamole. The remotes, I swear, get swallowed by the Bermuda triangle. I should probably just go ahead and “subscribe and save” on those bad boys.
It’s draining. It’s hard. And it’s never ending. All the moms of messy littles said Amen.
You ready for the real secret though? The one that makes me squirm a little bit in my seat to spill?
I have a housecleaner who comes TWICE A WEEK.
I know, I know. Before you hate me and go thinking that I’m a spoiled, rich housewife who doesn’t lift a finger, let me clear things up.
We pay someone $20 an hour to come for 2.5 hours, twice each week. She comes on Mondays and Thursdays. She helps fold laundry, change sheets, mop the hard floors, clean the bathrooms, and do other general tidy-ups that I haven’t been able to get to. So for $100 a week, I have peace of mind and a very clean house, which allows me to do the types of work I love: Writing. Speaking. Working my Arbonne business.
A year and a half ago, our family downsized for various reasons. Hiring a housecleaner on a regular basis was something we knew would be incredibly life-giving for our us, so we made it a financial priority. It’s all about balance, being willing to ask for help, and finding what works for your crew.
Maybe you love playing with kids and your bestie loves cleaning. So do a trade! She can have some alone time cleaning in your house, and you can read to and wrestle with the kids.
Maybe you’re a single mom who needs to ask a few girlfriends to come un-bury you some Saturday. Don’t be prideful, some of us need HELP!! And it’s okay to need help.
I know I do.
I still have to clean up daily spills and messes. I still teach my kids how to clean their rooms and make their beds, and I still do my own laundry. Could I survive without our housecleaner? Sure! (Welllll, that’s probably questionable.) But if we needed to cut back financially, it’s one of the first things that would go.
But one of my favorite times of the day is naptime, when I get to spend my time grabbing a power nap and then diving into blogging, reading, or working one of my part time jobs that I love.
Some of you say that cleaning is therapeutic for you. To you I say, “YOU ARE AN ACTUAL SUPERHERO.” They should probably write books and songs about you.
Others of us just aren’t wired that way. And I know I’m not the only one with this dirty little secret.
So when you drop by and it looks super clean, or you see me post yet another blog and wonder how I find time for writing, don’t go thinking I’m some sort of supermom. I’m just a mom with lots of passions, dreams and a dirty little secret (slash-awesome-cleaning-lady!)
PS. The cutest little book in the world, The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up changed my life, by the way. But even still, I appreciate the extra help more than words can say.
*Sigh.* The struggle is real.