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What’s the point?!

What’s the point?!

I’ve heard it said that if you’re a Mom with children, cleaning your house is like brushing your teeth while eating oreos! Once I heard this, I had to chuckle, because I could (and still can!) totally relate. The vision I had of a child eating oreos and brushing his teeth at the same time captured exactly how I feel every time I attempt to clean our house. Just as the word picture so accurately depicts, I find myself getting frustrated that no matter how much I do to clean, wash/fold laundry, and pick up, it’s only a matter of minutes before my child destroys my efforts. My conclusion: what’s the point?!

Jokingly, my husband proclaims that when I’m in “cleaning mode,” he doesn’t want to be anywhere near me! I suppose it’s true. I do get in a zone. Honestly, I hate cleaning especially when I know it’s not going to stay that way for very long. The reaching, the stooping, crawling, and scrubbing makes me want to yack, especially when taking on the bathroom. I know I’m the picture of loveliness clad in purple gloves, sweat dripping off my face, scurrying around like a mouse after a hunk of cheese. I want to get it done and over with. I want to believe that all my sweaty efforts will yield a clean house for more than a few minutes.

So, I had to laugh when my husband who purchased one of those robotic-type vacuums, decided to send it out on a cleaning venture one night when to my delight, our child was snacking on the sofa, making a mess of crumbs all over himself and the floor. As I entered the room where this fiasco was taking place, all I could hear was my husband loudly chastising our son, “my goodness, son! you’re making such a mess over there and I’m trying to vacuum the floor!” Honestly, I had to stifle a chuckle at his frustration with our child because this is precisely what I complain to my husband about keeping house with a child. It’s IMPOSSIBLE!



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Oh how I dearly love the fall season! I adore the varied colors of foliage, the aroma of burning leaves, change of the sun’s position in the sky, delicious apple season, yummy chilis and soups, the majestic mountains, outdoor activities, and most of all….cooler temperatures!!!! Something happens within me as well; I feel invigorated by the crisp, cool, clear days. I have a spring in my step like no other season of the year gives me. Cherishing it day by day because fall will soon fade into winter, which is my least favorite season, even a little depressing.

With the start of fall brings a whole new freedom and excitement for me this year! I am almost giddy at the thought of my nearly 4 year old starting Mother’s Day Out (MDO) next week! I truly never thought I’d be ready for this moment; however, it’s only 2 days a week yet it represents hours of newfound freedom that will soon be mine. Those of you who’ve been following my blog are well aware of the boundless energy my son possesses. As a matter of fact, just last night, a friend at church witnessed my son’s burst of energy at nearly 8pm and asked me if he ever slows down…..to this question asked of me, I quickly exclaimed, “NO!” Well, maybe at bedtime after a slowwwwww winding down as he takes in a favorite TV show.

So, as excited as I am, I’m afraid I have inflated expectations of alllllll that I hope to accomplish during the hours he’ll be away two days a week. I’m ready to purge and clean my house top to bottom. I want to see the sparkle of clean floors, ready to stock my freezer with soups for fall, ready to meet a friend here or there occasionally for an impromptu lunch. While I feel so blessed to be a SAHM, quite honestly, I feel like my house has been on a nearly 4 yr hiatus of attention. Truly! You know how it is, you see that the bathrooms need cleaning so you give them some elbow grease and next thing you know, minutes later, it’s as if you never put a cleaning cloth to them. Discouragement at it’s finest. You sweep the carpet and within a matter of time, crumbs pattern the floor as if you never whirled that Hoover. This, of course, translates to the bedroom (mine and his!), the kitchen, den and bonus room. Toys are everywhere…mostly under my feet! Oh how I will purge them when his little eyes can’t witness them disappear. It’s times like these that I find myself wondering if my family of 3 could embrace a tiny house. Less stuff, more time, less stress.

Now, if you should darken my doorstep, please don’t be quick to judge me if all these glorious expectations of mine aren’t met. I have big outdoor plans as well, like the beds that need weeding badly, shrubs need coiffed, back yard needs purged of an abundance of toys.

For now, my son’s voice beckons me. After all, it’s more about the memories being made than the chores being left undone, right? The days go by quickly, and I intend to make the most of them with my newfound freedom!

Have a wonderful day, my friends!