Hello lovely friends! We’ve been in the throes of getting our home ready for a super fun magazine shoot here and I have more of the juicy deats coming up soon-it’s been a blast and we can’t wait to share!
Circa 2002: Once upon a time, we were newlyweds. We lived in a cute little apartment, and I cleaned almost daily. As in, obsessive keep it perfect beyond all rationality, over the top win an award for most time wasted cleaning my house… ridiculosity. Looking back, I think it was my version at the time, of making our little place a home. We couldn’t afford anything, so I cleaned. My home was spotless but I had the time to do so and needed a nice dose of reality, if I’m being honest.
Then I had three kids. Reality at it’s finest.
Fast forward to four days ago: About three days before this magazine shoot, in the wake of our new porch project…the one in which I should have been scrubbing the baseboards, but for some reason was more concerned with taking care of my
root rot highlights and selecting coordinating colors for the fam to wear…I totally broke out the spanx. (I mean, root rot and tummy management are super important, right? The baseboards were still there when I got home…)
I had a little bit of this going on:
Sometimes, it can all be just a little much. The above photo is only a fraction…
If something’s gotta give so we can find the time to do that we do, sometimes the house looks like this. Sometimes, the sad truth is slobbery toys, forgotten art projects and halloween buckets.
Sometimes the house is a pile of mass chaos with completed projects askew, and overwhelming paperwork.
And sometimes, I just don’t feel like making their bed. Okay. Maybe that’s most of the time. They love this bed, but it’s an acrobatic feat.
Maybe the bed is made, it still doesnt’ look right because ten seconds after said bed is made, it’s wrestled upon in a crazed stampede of hyped up babes searching for an adventure.
Maybe that’s totally okay. Maybe it’s more than totally okay.
And I’m not even showing you guys the closet. Oh…the closet. I know. We’re getting there.
But really, I see a happy house. A bustling house. It is what it is.
Even if sometimes, the messes make me twitch.
It’s easy to get lost in ideals of perfection and a spotless house. Sometimes, there’s a little pressure in the land of keeping up that facade.
It’s easy to become completely overwhelmed by everything from the tracked in leaves to the sheets that need to be washed… and the toys that need to be put away… and the laundry that needs to be folded… and the… you get the point.
It’s also very easy to forget to live your life, because your caught up in all the stuff that needs to be done on that great proverbial never ending list.
How do you find the balance?
So here’s the big question on the practical side of things: What’s your cleaning schedule? How to you manage the ins and outs of the every day? How do you clean a home but keep it realistic?
We’d love to hear!