To continue on my latest rant of not enough time, let's talk about housework. In a perfect world, we would make enough money to hire a housekeeper. I hate to clean. I can handle laundry, but hate mopping floors, scrubbing the bathtub and toilets, sweeping, etc. etc. At lunch today, some friends and I were joking that what I really needed was a wife. Now, I'm the first one to get all feminist on you and say how sexist of a statement that is. But...it's true to some extent. I am not the type of person who likes to clean, and mostly don't even like to cook. I'm just not domestic. My husband doesn't do either, so what we're left with is a messy house, and lots of convenience dinners.
Sometimes, as a working mom, you just have to give something up. You can't do it all. I used to think I could. I used to get so upset when no one in my family would help around the house. No one would pull their weight. I would spend every weekend trying to undo the psychotic mess that my family made that week. I was angry at them, angry at having to do it all myself. My husband informed me that no one was making me do it. No one else was complaining about living in a messy house. So I gave it up. I'll clean up a room here or there every few weeks. I'll clean toilets when they start to get gross. I'll sweep the living room when the amount of leaves inside the doorway start to match the amount outside. But for my sanity, and for those around me, I had to give up something. And it was cleaning.
Is it sad that the first thing I would pay money for if we won the lottery is a cleaning person???
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