I'll admit, it's taken me longer than it should have. I mean, I've known for months now that it's simply impossible to keep your house clean when you have a young child. But still I kept up the fight, the stubbornness and the frustration. I'd like to think I've grown as a person now. I am one with the dirt.
The first thing to go was the chores that we never really did that often anyway, like vacuuming the carpet or cleaning behind the toilet. Now those things may get done once a month, if at all.
The second thing to go was keeping things put away. I mean, what's the point of always putting books back on shelves if she's going to just yank them out within the hour anyway? Might as well leave all your belongings - clothes included - on the floor.
The third thing to go was the daily chores. This was probably the hardest thing for me to get over. Doing the dishes, sweeping the kitchen floor, laundry, etc. These are all things I obsess over, or at least I used to. But right now I can see a pile of lentils on the kitchen floor, an egg stain on the stovetop and some dirty socks on the floor. And instead of cleaning, I'm blogging! See how far I've come?
Finally, we've lost all sense of personal hygiene. Not only do we not shower every day, or remember to apply deodorant, but I think Hadley has some banana on her cheek from last Tuesday. Oh well.
Is this zen? I know I feel calmer and more well-adjusted. Letting go has freed up more time to go outside and play in the park or just run around the house in diapers (Hadley, not me), knocking things over. Inner peace.
Thus the Munro house. Maybe. See how you're doing when she's five.
ReplyDeleteI know! I mean, you and I talked about this before but it's still strange to me that I've become that which I mocked. If I could go back in time I would go see her more often and clean the house for her rather than snub the mess.
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