Resolving, or thinking
I haven't actually written up a list of resolutions yet for this year. I have, however, been thinking a lot about where I am and where I want to be. One thing I've thought a lot about lately is my job. I stay at home, take care of the children, try to keep the house in some sort of decent order, and make sure we get meals. All in all, I try to make our home a place that we want to be.
Unfortunately, keeping house involves a lot of repetitive tasks. Someone has to do them, and that someone is me. The laundry will have to be done every week. The dishes will be dirtied again. The floor will need to be swept and vacuumed often, and the playroom will become a disaster again as soon as we get it clean. But if I don't do these tasks just because they'll be undone so soon, our home isn't a nice place to be. When the house is messy, I'd rather be somewhere else.
The house doesn't have to be perfect; I'm not delusional. We have a one-year-old and a four-year-old who do delightful things like grind cereal into the carpet and bite paint off the walls and throw up in bed and fling their dinners on the floor. But I do have to maintain at least a basic level of neatness and cleanliness so we don't go crazy.
There are a lot of things I like to do with my time. I can't say that folding the laundry and cleaning the bathroom are at the top of my list, although they can be pleasant when approached with the right attitude. So this year I'm going to try to stick to my housework routine so I can get it out of the way and move on to more pleasant things.
It's been a bit slow so far this week. There's a lot to be done. But I'm feeling the need to take care of things regularly instead of waiting until they get out of hand. And I hope that as I continue to do my work each week, I will get more used to it, and it will go faster and more smoothly. I hope that I will be able to find places where the kids can help, and ways to streamline the hundreds of little things that I need to do to keep this home in working order.
Oh, and never come over to my house on Mondays. Because on Mondays I clean upstairs, and I throw everything downstairs that doesn't belong upstairs, and on top of the weekend fallout and the laundry, it's not a pretty sight.