I feel guilty if I'm not "working" enough.
When I shared my flexible house cleaning plan recently, what I didn't tell you is that quite often, I go way off track. I have a week--like the one we're currently in--when I get very little, if any, cleaning done, besides the everyday stuff (doing dishes, picking up toys, etc.)
And, considering that staying at home to take care of my family and home is my primary "job," when my house isn't clean, I feel guilty.
So this post is meant to encourage myself, and encourage you fellow "guilty" parties, to look at things a little differently.
Why are my tile floors dirty, and why are my bathrooms begging for a sponge and some cleaner? Well, let's see....
- Monday was the last day my parents were in town, and we had a great day together.
- Tuesday I did lots of laundry.
- Wednesday I spent all day with Little Sis. I made granola, and together we made bread. We played on the computer and played the Wii.
- As I'm writing this Thursday afternoon, I've just recently said goodbye to a friend of mine and her two kids--the kids had a blast playing together today.
Maybe by the time this posts on Friday morning I will have gotten a little cleaning done. Maybe not. But really, should I feel guilty?
Here's how I see it, when I push the guilt aside and think rationally: Spending time with family may not be work, but it's important. Hanging out with Little Sis may be fun, but it's also important. Having a play date may not improve my home's cleanliness, but it's important. Even blogging, my creative outlet, may not be drudgery, but to me it's important.
Are you seeing the pattern here? What should really be my priority--getting enough housework done to prevent that silly guilt, or doing what's important?
Now, I'm not advocating living in squalor. I'd be miserable in a house that I rarely or never cleaned. But I am advocating giving ourselves a break when we need it. I'm suggesting we remember that it's okay for a house to look lived in.
There are a lot of truly important things I can spend my time doing...things that, in the long run, will matter a whole lot more than that pesky accumulation of dust on my entertainment center.