I’ve almost given up in regards to retying to keep a clean house. I mean I DO clean but no one ever sees the house when it’s clean, so if the house is clean when no one sees it, does it really matter if you clean at all? I’m beginning to think not.
Many times, especially of late, I’ll get the kids together and we will clean the house, well mostly I clean the house while the kids whine and find various excuses trying to get out of cleaning. I’ll do the dishes, prep dinner, pick up toys, do laundry, sweep and scrub food and random mysterious sticky items from the floor, an hour before my wife gets home from work, and the house will look perfect – until about 3-5 seconds after I stand back to admire my work. I’m not exactly sure what triggers it, but without warning toys start flying through the air and I find myself dodging them like a scene from the matrix; cars, puzzles, books and baby dolls litter the floor without warning and with no disregard to the disapproving look I’ll get from my wife when she walks through the door. And it never fails, the more explanations I have for why the house isn’t clean, the more I sound like I’m lying and making excuses – even to myself.
So what’s the point? Why should I waste an hour of my day cleaning and scrubbing if no one knows about it? Trust me I’ve had to talk myself out of boycotting cleaning a few times, and it’s anything but easy.
Here are some challenges I face daily with cleaning and trying to keep a tidy household:
I’ve also become very familiar with Magic Erasers, Windex, Fantastic, Bleach and various other cleaning products. I’ve also experimented with dozens of cleaning techniques and tips I’ve learned from Pinterest, 20% that have actually worked, and for messes or stains that I couldn’t get clean, I’ve learned that hiding them is the best policy.
So I will continue the endless assault of cleaning the house even if the terrorbombs destroy it right after I’ve finished because I feel it’s important for the kids to live in a clean environment and that helps to keep moral up and – oh hell, who am I kidding? I clean up because I’m scared of my wife.