Thursday, 2 February 2017

The Don't Beat Yourself Up Guide To (Not) Cleaning

Before I had kids I used to enjoy a clean every week. I would happily pootle around my house. Dusting the odd knick knack. Running the vacuum round once. And feeling happy and content when I lit a Yankee Candle. The whole process took an hour. Or maybe two if I decided to change the beds. And then? Kids came along. And I didn't own a tumble dryer and it was December. And I would weep as I hung never ending baby grows on all the radiators throughout the house. Every time I changed the sheets a small human would wee on it, a boob would leak on it and lest we forget the time my son sharted into my husbands eye and all up our brand new couch.

My house is NEVER clean. That's a lie. I clean mainly on a Tuesday whilst they are both out of the house. So it's clean for one whole hour. By clean I mean that the washing basket is still half full and the dog bowl is still filthy but at least I can see the floor. Then within three minutes of them returning? Yogurt is dropped on the rug in the living room, shoes are thrown around the place and I find crumbs in every crevice and raisins stuck to the bottom of every shoe.

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And it's not their fault. They are good kids. I have tick charts for tidying up and they do the best they can whilst being a four year old and six year old small human with the attention span of a gnat. Families come with a whole LOAD of crap. Seriously their is crap everywhere. Lego blocks lurking under the couch, sticky handprints on the mirror in my bedroom. And actual literal crap in looming unflushed toilets (and that's just the husband), dog turds in the garden and the rogue guinea pig ones I find dotted around. Where I can't quite establish if it is a poo or a raisin. Sneaky little buggers.

Cleaning is at the base of most of the arguments between my other half and I. Whilst we both pull our weight niggles such as my husband going "I AM GOING TO PUT THE WASHING ON NOW!" and me going "WHAT DO YOU WANT? A F*CKING MEDAL" can put a bit of a strain on things. And I've learnt over time that no amount of chores lists and dividing up jobs, can account for a random projectile vomit across the bathroom and a play doh explosion all over the living room rug. If I could afford it? I would get a cleaner.

But I can't. So recently I've kinda embraced that never ending cleaning is just part and parcel of being a parent. I've noticed that my standards have dropped. A lot. And when illness crops up everything has to just stop for a while. And that's OK. Family life is meant to be chaotic and the kids really don't notice the random oven glove that has been sat at the bottom of the stairs for a week. It's hard. It sucks but hopefully as they get older I will get my house back. I will also be able to finally stop inwardly screaming when my husband announces "I AM GOING TO PUT THE VACUUM ROUND". Like he has discovered the cure for cancer. The goon, flush the loo whilst your at it!


  1. Sadly the older they get the more mess they create. My teen and tweets make a million times more mess than the little one. I feel like I'm always bloody cleaning up!

  2. Thanks for this. You've made me feel a whole heap better about my stinking cesspit of a home. I sometimes look around me and find it hilarious that I like to blog about interiors 😂 Blogging about the inside of a dustbin would be far more true to life xx

  3. Cleaners are cheaper than u think ��

  4. Haha i think i might enter the guiness book of world records for the amount of time i pick the cushions up off the sofa!

  5. Ha ha I can totally relate to this. Why do men expect a medal if they carry out a household chore? We're having a stand off about who is going to clean the oven. He offered months back so I'm not caving in and doing it even though you can't see through the glass anymore - gross! x

  6. Oh my goodness! I can so relate to this. Apart from the bit about enjoying cleaning before I had kids as I've never ever enjoyed cleaning in my life! But there's light at the end of the tunnel... My kids are still untidy, but they're not actually as dirty any more - they don't spill food and drink any more and the carpet we got over three years ago doesn't have a mark on it!

  7. As ever this is a good dose of what I need to read - earlier today had a bit of a row with the hubby about how our house is a sh*t tip etc etc but usually I am able to just 'let it go' and think well I don't prioritise it so hey ho and it's not unhygenic, just full of STUFF and a home to 3 children and 2 cats and if it was pristine that would be a bit weird right?! I have definitely dropped the aim to have a 'show home' look and feel MUCH better for it. Hope you enjoyed T2. xx

  8. Hahaha I so understand the husband niggles... And it's never the way I'd do it! I'm hoping pregnancy nesting means I at least get a tidies slightly cleaner house before June... I'm so hoping that's possible!! X

  9. Haha this made me laugh! It's like looking into my own home, sometimes I get so fed up with all the cleaning I decide to give up and just wait until the kids have grown up. Then a couple of hours later I'll get back into it, but its never ending!


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