Thursday, January 28, 2010
My House Is Not Perfect (as in clean) And It Never Will Be
Although I must say..I try. Really, I do. I would say I am in the middle when it comes to keeping my house clean. Maybe this is where my mommy mania kicks in. Oh, I don't know. What I do know, is that I really really want a clean house. But I just can't seem to achieve it. Or when I do, it doesn't last for more than a few minutes with a dog and two children (Babe included) running around.
Let me back up a little bit. Today I brought Hunter to my friend Ginny's house for a play date. She has two children: a two and a half year old boy, and a 7 month old girl. Her house was pristine. She probably cleaned right before we came over (as we all do before a play date), but, as I was roaming around chasing after my excited toddler, I noticed every single room was clean and perfect. Everything was in it's own perfect little place; the windows were void of little fingerprints, even the refrigerator had perfectly aligned food with no splatters or spills. The children toys were all perfectly lined up, and her two year old was happily playing with cars. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
So, I know Ginny cleaned before the play date, but her house is like this all the time. How, oh how does she do it? In the past I have envied all of the type A moms out there who can juggle their children and keep a house spotless all while making it all seem so effortless.
Needless to say, when Hunter and I walked through our front door after returning from the playdate, I felt a little like a failure. I looked around and saw cheerio ground into the carpet, dog snout and toddler fingerprints decorating the patio window, and a kitchen full of clutter. After I put my son down for his nap, however, I scanned the house again. And it didn't seem so bad. Maybe there are houses that are shining, pristine and glittering. But not mine. My house is my house, and it's a house full of love. It's lived in. It's clean when it needs to be, and not when it's not. Today is one of those "not" days. It's perfectly imperfect, and that's just fine with me.