I have never claimed to be a house wife or home maker or house keeper. I have claimed to be an active participant in the raising of my kids. But basically, only that.
Because it is DANG hard to keep a house.
Keep it tidy, exactly caught up on laundry and crumb control, and ready for a sudden pop in of a Relator and someone who wants to maybe buy our house and let us move into a larger one (with four bedrooms and a wooded yard and a jetted tub, please).
I did it today though.
It was easier to start without any major messes to pick up and just keep current. This house looks amazing, and I cannot believe we are doing it! Keeping it totally picked up and no yogurt finger residue and only one play area/toy dump at a time, the rest totally clean.
It's been like this for almost a week.
It's so stressful.
Maybe the cause of a weak immune system and acid reflux and a cold and more frequent contractions and more frequent apologies for snapping at husband.
Today I was napping when I got the call our house was getting shown, and it was 1.5 hours from the time I had to leave the house for an OB appt.
I had to put on real clothes and at least far primer and blush, dry shampoo hair, and get kids in clothes without yogurt on them. It was a messy yogurt day I guess.
I also had to put out the special soap, towels, plants, and junk our Relator wants us to use for showing to make house look like model home.
And we did it.
We arrived five minutes late to our appointment (per normal, actually) and the house was shown while we had supper at HyVee.
It worked out.
We called the Relator who showed the house for feedback, and she said it was great.
I did it.
With two kids fighting over a Mator Trick and one of them throwing her soy yogurt.
With a time crunch.
With a bad cold.
I did it!
I kept house on Tuesday!
I have to do it tomorrow, too.
Keeping house is tricky.
I would love to hire an assistant or even a full staff, if you want to get all Downton Abbey with me.
I hope it gets easier each day, or I get numb to the boring of wiping counters and putting laundry away as soon as the dryer bell rings.