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This post is all about housework…or the lack thereof. I’m not sure how a mom who stays home with her children and home schools accomplishes anything but taking care of her tiny humans. You ladies are my heroes! Let’s just say that I’ve grown accustomed to doing the bare minimum. Sadly, it shows.
I don’t have a lot of energy these days. Work is busy with tax season in full swing. Non-stop appointments, tax prep, etc. at work keeps my brain moving at full speed all day. By the time I get home, I am spent, both physically and emotionally. I have just enough energy to check in on my teen boy and see how his studies have gone for the day. I don’t want to spend my evenings picking up, doing laundry, etc. so I really don’t do too much. Then there’s the physical limitations I have with the Fibromyalgia, joint pain, planters faciities, and so on. My body just doesn’t want to move.
But in case you are wondering, I don’t live in a pig sty. I really do attempt to keep the house clean. But I do choose to enjoy my family in the evenings and spend time doing some of the things that I enjoy doing.
Here is just a small glimpse of what housework looks like for me each week.
Because my husband prepares dinner every evening, kitchen cleanup is usually my domain. Immediately after finishing dinner, I remind my children of whose turn it is to load the dishwasher and wash dishes. I try to become more of a kitchen supervisor than take part in kitchen clean up, but sometimes I must roll up my sleeves and get my hands wet.
I try to throw a load of laundry in a couple of nights a week (including Saturday) so that I make sure we all have clean underwear. I manage to bring my clothes up to my room and throw them in a pile until I hang them up. Yes, I throw my clothes in a pile! My kids live out of laundry baskets because they refuse to fold their laundry and I don’t make them. If they want to wear wrinkled clothes, so be it.
My teen boy who is homeschooled is responsible for cleaning the downstairs bathroom weekly. He usually picks Saturdays. As long as it’s done, I don’t care when. (I clean our upstairs bathroom and the hall bath upstairs, let’s just say I never venture in there without a mask. That is my adult son’s bathroom, shared with my teen daughter and let’s just say once every few weeks I go in with full gear and do a deep clean.)
My husband is really good at project cleaning, so he will tackle the deeper cleaning, like the kitchen counters, mopping, sweeping, vacuuming as well as yard work with the help of our two boys.
I am considering paying my kids an allowance to see if I can get them to help more. Sometimes bribery is a good thing. Sure they live here and they need to do things just because they are a part of the family, I get that. But being that I’ve worked all of their lives, my children have not been trained really well as far as household chores. Could they do better? Absolutely! Can I do better? For sure.
I’m tired and now I’m looking at all the clutter everywhere and three baskets of unfolded laundry. Time to draw a nice warm bath and soak my joints in Epson salt and settle in with a good show.
Until next time!
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