As much as I say “I don’t care about housework,” I kinda do. I am one of those people who cannot function in a disorganized environment. Sure, I can let things go for a ‘bit’. But not long. I mean, when laundry starts piling up and not getting put away…I start panicking. Seriously. It’s pathetic I know. I think part of the problem is that I feel like I’ve got so much ‘stuff’ on my plate right now that a chaotic home is just too much to take too. I already have issues with thinking clearly with kids in the room, lol, a messy house and loud kids and husband just make it all feel out of control. So neat means,’ in control’.
And I especially like to start off Monday morning with a nice clean house. Well, let me rephrase that: a nice, organized house. I can overlook a couple dust-bunnies (or quite a few thanks to our furball cat who literally walks around in a constant state of shedding). But, I have to have a clean and tidy main floor. Laundry needs to be put away. Kitchen has to be clean. Entrance clutter free. It’s a good way to start the week. But I’ve learned to let go of a lot of the other stuff. When I look back on my life I’d rather say, wow, “I’m so glad I’m a published author,” rather than “I’m so happy my house was always shiny and clean and that I never pursued publication!”
There’s only so much me to go around. I’ve made being at home with my kids a priority. But I’ve also sacrificed because I do still have a day job-we have our own business, so that means me being with the kids and fitting in business stuff during evenings, which leaves precious little time to pursue writing. So if something’s gotta give this year, it’s gonna be the housework 🙂