Is it possible to feel both incredibly productive and incredibly unproductive at the same time?
I feel like this all the time! As I sit here at the kitchen table writing my blog entry, I look around and I am in the middle of a huge mess! Ha. Ha. We weren’t always this “messy,” but it seems like we can never get ahead of the game these days. I also think I’ve basically given up on really cleaning the house. Whenever we clean the house and we can actually see the kitchen floor, when it’s not full of clutter, it’s literally not even five minutes later and I can’t find the floor, again. You might think I’m being factious, but I kid you not. I invite you to my house to check it out with your very own eyes. If you like to clean, you are even welcome to spend the night. And if you ask nicely, I might even let you stay a week!
My mom referred to it the other day as having to “navigate” around the kitchen. Ha! Yes, it’s that bad. True story. And you only have the privilege to read this because you took the time to click the link to my blog, and because it is that embarrassing. We had a play date the other week and I didn’t want to have any dishes on the counter, but didn’t have time to wash them that morning, so I put them in the oven to hide them. And abracadabra, the kitchen was clean! Later that day I was wondering where a lid went for this container that I was using; didn’t think anything of it and just grabbed a different container.
The next night, I was making dinner and turned on the oven and totally forgot I had put the dishes in there! I was patiently waiting for the oven to reach 475 degrees. Right around 300 degrees, I smelled something a little funny. I opened the oven door…and rest assured…there was that lid to that container I couldn’t find, as well as some other dishes of the boys’ with the plastic melting and oozing down from rack to rack and making a huge mess. To be honest, one of the oven racks is still sitting in the kitchen with plastic hardened onto the grates. The plastic is so thick we haven’t been able to remove it yet. See. So, yes, I kid you not. It’s that bad.
(Picture side note explanation: Here is the oven rack with the plastic hardened onto it. In the background, you will see a toolbox; we use this toolbox quite often because we are always having to build or modify something so the boys can’t access or climb onto something. To the left of the toolbox, you will see a large bucket of toys. Those are toys that have been removed from the living room because they act as climbing aids to gain access to standing on top of the entertainment center.)
I have every intention of cleaning every morning, but somehow it never happens. Or I start to do something and then one of the boys needs a diaper change, and then a domino effect of other things takes place: Feeding the boys, changing diapers, playing with them, cleaning up toys, taking numerous photos and videos of them, doing laundry, and washing dishes fills up most of my morning. The boys will then go down for a nap for about one and a half hours. You’re probably thinking that’s my time to clean, right? Well, sometimes I do. But, usually, I feel like this is the time to take advantage of having some time to myself. I usually catch up on television shows that I have recorded, edit photos, play pointless Facebook games, send emails, or research something on the Internet. I feel like my day goes by so fast and I barely have time to do much, but it’s all related to the boys, so that’s where I feel productive.
But, then I look around at the clutter and I feel so unproductive. At the end of day, while I’d like to have a spotless kitchen with sparkles coming from my stainless steel appliances, I’m okay without that. My boys are so happy (95% of the time) and I’d rather be playing with them at the park than worried about clutter in my kitchen. I found a few quotes that pertain to my life:
“Good moms have sticky floors, messy kitchens, laundry piles, and happy kids.”
“Apology: My house doesn’t always look like this. Some days it’s even worse.”
“My house isn’t messy. Those are just obstacles I’ve put in place for any burglars that try to break in.”
“Please excuse our messy house, our kids are making memories.”