Something’s Gotta Give

Things I found out this weekend: I AM the maid in this house and I do a lousy job of it.

I have declared victory in the living room with regards to my spring cleaning project. Well, the fireplace hasn’t been cleaned out but I’m leaving that to Mark. I haven’t opened that fireplace, um ever, and there is no telling what kind of many-legged creatures might be in there.

I moved onto the bathroom. I was wiping down the light fixture when I looked up and saw one of my long hairs attached to wall, close to the ceiling (see Post-Partum Shed.) I reached up with my cloth and swiped at the hair. My cloth left a white track on the wall, like I had just rolled it with paint. But it wasn’t paint, it was just the wall with many layers of dirt removed. I was completely disgusted and spent the next half hour wiping down all the walls. My bathroom is now five shades brighter and I’m suddenly more aware of all the parts of this house that I have been neglecting.

The next day, Brady saw the DVD “The Help” in the van and was asking Mark about the movie. Mark told him it was about a maid and then Brady wanted to know what a maid was. Mark told him that a maid is someone who lives in your house and cooks and cleans. Brady responded with, “Like a mom?” I would like to be defiant and shout, “I am not a maid!” but if a five-year-old says it, you know it’s true. Not that I wait on my husband and children, but I have taken on the brunt of the housework and I don’t think I’m doing a great job.

These two things happening in the same weekend seemed like the universe trying to tell me something.

It seems I haven’t been making the time to do some of the maintenance cleaning around here. I hate the excuse “I don’t have time” because we all have 24 hours in a day and it’s up to us to determine how we spend it. There’s no doubt about it, I’m busy. I work 36 hours a week, keep up with three kids and a husband, and do the majority of the housework and cooking. In my free time, I run and write this blog, both are good for my sanity and, therefore, the happiness of my whole family. I’m having a hard time seeing where I can possibly squeeze anything else into my life.

I am starting to consider more and more hiring someone to clean this house. I have been thinking about it for awhile but I’m hesitant because 1. I’m cheap, like it causes me physical pain to pay someone to do something I’m perfectly capable of and 2. I’m proud, and hiring someone is like admitting defeat (because telling all of your Facebook friends that you can write “WASH ME” in the dirt on your bathroom walls is not humiliating enough.)

I am going to have to spend some time thinking about this and decide if I’d rather continue living in a house that is not up to my standard of clean or spend the money and get some help, because something’s gotta give.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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