Silly Mom Thoughts

I’m trying something new this week. Something radical, something so out there, it will blow your mind.

Ready?

Check this out: For the last 4 days, I have kept my kitchen clean.

*Gasp!*

It’s okay, you can pick yourself up off the floor now. Grab a class of water, fan yourself off. Breathe, deep, slow breaths. I realize this is major groundbreaking news, but be prepared, because there’s more.

Not only have I done the dishes every day, mopped, swept, and wiped down my kitchen, yesterday I cleaned the guest bathroom! And today? Well today, I threw in a load of laundry before I even took my first sip of coffee and I’m considering cleaning our other bathroom. Our bathroom!

Somebody stop me before I take this to a whole new level. Like, polishing my silverware or something.

You see, I am an inherently lazy person. If there are already three dishes in the sink, I think, “Meh, what’s one more?” If the floor needs to be swept, I reason, “Well, the kids are going to mess it up in an hour at dinner anyway, what’s the point?”

I was one of those kids whose parents were constantly telling them to clean their room. My room was waaaay messy growing up. Clothes everywhere, dishes hiding in random places, it was pretty gross. You know, the kind of gross where you pick up socks, pants, underwear, and sniff them to see if they’re clean. Yeah. Gross. Fortunately, my room is cleaner now, but I still haven’t outgrown some of that laziness.

Part of my laziness has turned out to be a good thing. I don’t worry about a dirty house if it means the difference between cleaning all day or spending the day at the park with my kids. Obviously the latter is more important. I find that I can let go of messes, for the most part. Of course, there are times when I have stepped on the same sticky spot on the kitchen floor a hundred times or not been able to find clean underwear, and my head explodes. That’s when I get all pissy and go on a maniacal cleaning spree throughout my house. (I don’t like maniacal cleaning sprees, they make my head hurt.)

So, in keeping my kitchen clean this week, I’m trying to find a happy medium. I have realized how nice it is to wake up to a clean kitchen, and how I want to eat healthier when I’m in here, instead of ordering takeout so we don’t have to dirty another dish. I want to find a happy medium where there are always a variety of clean clothes folded in the kids’ drawers so I don’t have to spend a half-an-hour searching for a pair of matching socks. I think I’ll keep some of my laziness because it keeps me grounded, but I’m going to try my darndest to be at least tidy enough to make my life easier.

Wait, if I’m cleaning to make my life easier, does that make me even lazier?

Crap, now my brain hurts.