I decided today that it is never going to happen. I am not going to be able to maintain a clean house with seven little, creative kids underfoot. I allow a lot of what junks up our house. I love it when they take some boxes out of the recycling box and create a home for their Littlest Pet Shop animals. I think it is precious when they use their imagination, especially since that is a becoming a rarity amongst kids these days. So I have to decide what is most important to me. These are the reasons I can’t keep my house clean…
- I want my kids to learn how to maintain a home, so they do chores that I could do much quicker and much neater.
- There are nine of us living here, and we are home more than most families since we have a modified schooling situation.
- We play, a lot. Now, I don’t want my kids to think life is all play and just work when you want to, but I do want them to embrace the time that we have together. It will go by too quickly.
- I don’t want them to think the placement of items in our house is more important than the people that live in it and visit it.
- We live in a home that hasn’t been updated in at least 20 years! It looked the very same way when I moved in almost a year ago as it did when I came here for family dinners as a little girl. We are updating it as we can, both in regards to time and money.
- We do not have a house cleaner or a nanny. I’m on the clock 24/7, and Superman essentially works two jobs, coming home from the bank to jump into family chef and bath administrator. I’m also working part time right now, which I realize is quite crazy.
- I took a “what kind of person are you” quiz in an organizing magazine, and I fit somewhere between the artsy gal and the party hostess. That isn’t all that conducive to orderly surroundings.
- Picasso is a pack-rat, and I say this in all seriousness, I think she is a young hoarder. I just threw away eight tags from clothing (with size and price information) stashed in my vanity that she saved for her “tag collection”.
- When I was a kid, I once hung Christmas lights from the posts on my four-posted bed. That’s how I roll. I’m just a grown-up version of that now.
- Despite how neat my in-laws’ home has ALWAYS been, Superman did not pick up on any of those habits.
- I have little boys, i.e. tornadoes, in this house, one of whom is a baby and requires all that extra stuff like swings, play mats, and bouncy seats.
- I’d rather have a child in my lap than a pile of folded laundry any day! I don’t have to read the cute poems that talk about being a mom being more important than being a housewife. My “keep it cleaner” drive is more in an effort to please others, like guests and family members. As long as it’s not filthy, I’m okay with things a little out of place.
I’m sure I could go on, but the point is simply that I need to realize that at least right now, it’s just not gonna happen. Maybe when they are a little older and a little more responsible, but as I’ve told my mom many times, I’d rather my children have clean hearts and clean minds than us have a pristine house. I want my kids to love others, no matter what their house looks like!
Tonight, while I was putting a few things away in my bedroom, Mary Lou decided to get bedtime started with the boys. Let me remind you that she will be six in June. She begins to tell them the story of Jesus and the lost sheep, and she told it right, with details that would excite the boys. I heard her tell them about the “wolfs” in the woods that howled and scared the lost sheep. And then, as Smiley, who will be three in a week, was getting ready to go get in bed, he comes in to me with his bedtime flashlight and says, “Jesus came to the world and I have my cow flashlight. The end.” The laundry can wait.