After I became a Mom, I learned fairly quickly that keeping the house clean just wasn’t something that was going to make it as one of my long-term goals. Since it’s been a busy week for me and I haven’t had time to sit down to write anything, I thought I’d take this opportunity to look through some of the old posts I had written on my previous blog, back when my children were sweet, adorable, innocent little monsters… I mean, cherubs.

I came across this little gem about my realization that, no matter what I did, or how hard I tried, my house would never be clean again. I wrote it when I decided to see what would happen if I didn’t clean at all.

I have recently come to the realization that 90 percent of my day is spent picking up after my kids, so I decided to do a little study – what would happen if, for five minutes, I let them run free while I sat on the couch and watched. I mean, how much damage could they possibly do in a mere five minutes? Well, let me paint you a little picture.

The bottom half of the DVD rack was emptied with DVD’s strewn about the floor; the toilet paper was halfway unraveled, decorating the toilet and sink; every toy at the bottom of the closet was pulled out and mixed together with an assortment of playing cards, stuffed animals, blankets, and books; my son got onto the computer and started writing this entry for me with 10 lines strictly made up of l’s m’s and d’s; and the cat had been chased under the bed by both children and continued to be poked at by two sets of little hands until my daughter saw an outlet that, she felt, needed to be freed from the baby monitor that was plugged into it.

That’s when I felt I had to step in. I’m not even quite sure that we made the full five minutes.

My posts back then were generally pretty short. This post, in particular, is the reason they were so short.

I only wish I had taken a picture of the mess they made. But I suppose it doesn’t matter, because I’ve all but given up keeping my house clean. I can probably walk into any room right now, snap a photo, and it will look pretty much the same as it did back then.


See? Here’s one now. This is literally what my coffee table looks like all the time! I haven’t seen it in its entirety in several years.

Even though I tried (and try) to instill in my children the importance of keeping things nice and tidy (like in this post about my son’s sporadic eagerness to help out around the house), I guess I just can’t get away from the fact that most kids just hate cleaning up after themselves.

And you know what? I can’t really blame them.

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