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Housework. Thoughts on keeping my house clean.


I am good at keeping things pretty tidy, especially considering the three garbage monsters that are constantly in decent upon my home. Our environment gets it’s full load of attack because we are here most of the time. My kiddos do not give the house an eight-hour break while they go to school each day. I have literally watched my children drop an item that they are finished with right where they stand, and walk away leaving it on the floor without another thought. Mind boggling

I manage to keep the house from looking like a war zone. I have also gotten pretty good at assigning reasonable responsibilities around the house to my kids. My oldest daughter does the dishes, and makes the most allowance. My son is responsible for the garbage and the recycling, and the toilet because he is the one who gets pee on the seat all of the time. My youngest is responsible for her and her sister’s room…and anything else that I ask her to do.

There are several things that I am not so good at. I think that this is probably the case for most domestic engineers. My greatest nemesis in my home is dusting. I can’t stand it. The primary reason that I attempt to limit the number of objects in our house is because I do not want to dust them. I can’t stand it. The kids just aren’t thorough enough to be any good at dusting yet, so I can’t pass the task off to them. I guess children require larger objects to focus on.

Windows come in directly behind dusting. Mine really need done right now. I have just never been good about windows, and I don’t even know why. The action is monotonous I guess… I’m perfectly happy to clean the kitchen counters or the stove. I’m happy to vacuum or sweep. I don’t mind laundry, and I even iron all of my husband’s shirts and pants. I am getting pretty good at maintaining the pool, but I don’t like windows. Thank goodness my husband does the yard.

I can do toilets and sinks and bathroom mirrors, but I am never happy to do the shower or the tub. I dread grooming the dog because she can’t stand it, and she looks at me for two days afterward as if I had attempted to kill her. I am actually good at re-arranging rooms for better efficiency from time to time. I think that I picked the habit up from my mother. I have so many amusing memories of catching my tiny mom moving giant pieces of furniture around the house at ten o’clock at night. I guess she needed a change of scenery. Now I find it refreshing myself.

Strengths and weaknesses; I guess that is all that it really comes down to. I can still hold onto the hope that my kids will be good at the dusting and the windows when they get a little older. In the meantime we will stay pretty clean and tidy, but always a little dusty. No way can I expect things to be perfect anyways, I am sure that I would drive myself nuts if I tried to keep things that way.  I guess it applies relatively well to life in general. Nobody is perfect; we all do our best. If we don’t freak out over a few fingerprints on our windows or spider webs in the corner, then life goes much more smoothly.


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