Homemaking does not at all come naturally to me.
I am a messy, if ever a messy was. I’m a piler, a clutterbug, a have-everything-spread-out-in-front-of-you person. I lose myself in projects and forget to budget energy to finish all the way to clean-up.
Which means that my house has perpetually been a mess.
I hate it.
**The living room before naptime**
I hate walking in to a messy room. Hate looking at piles of stuff. Hate not being able to find what I’m looking for. Hate tripping over junk or having grit all over my feet from unswept floors.
But for years and years I’ve felt powerless against it.
Before I had kids, I figured that the messiness was a matter of discipline and once I applied myself to fix the problem I’d manage to get and keep things clean.
Then I had kids and I tried. I really tried. But I never managed to get things even picked up.
I was picking things up all. day. long. and never making headway.
I was tripping over things, banging into things. I had bruises all over from falls caused by the clutter.
And I was anxious about anyone coming over because the floor was perpetually covered with junk.
It was terrible.
**The dining room before naptime**
Worst of all, I felt so defeated.
I had always assumed that if I tried, if I just applied myself, I could keep a clean house (or at least a non-messy one). But I was trying and I couldn’t do it.
Then I was either reading Mystie Winkler’s blog or listening to her podcast and she said something that I decided to implement. She encouraged mothers to not clean up amidst their children’s play. Don’t try to clean up the Legos while the children are playing with them. Choose a time, before lunch or whatever, that you clean up and do the clean up then – not all through the day.
I figured I had nothing to lose. It was worth a try. What I was doing was clearly not working.
**The living room after naptime cleaning (20 minutes for the whole house)**
I chose naptime. Getting a handle on things for my own sanity was more important for right now than teaching the kids how to pick up after themselves.
So I stopped picking up while the kids were awake. Once they were asleep, I picked up the living areas.
I quickly realized that picking up wasn’t all I needed. I made a point to sweep the living room, the dining room, and the kitchen each day. That way, all the little scraps of paper and crumbs of food and broken pieces of crayon would be dealt with daily.
And, wonder of wonders, my house started being picked up.
Even at its messiest, it could still be picked up and presentable within a half an hour’s time.
No more four hour cleaning sessions just so I could feel comfortable letting someone sit in my living room (yes, that’s how bad it was!)
**The dining room after naptime cleaning (20 minutes for the whole house)**
Picking up more thoroughly, less frequently is definitely working for me!