I would like to say that I love Spring cleaning. I’d love to say that it makes me feel good to purge all of the crap that’s been cluttering my house since last Spring. I’d love to say that I love getting rid of that giant sticky puddle of whatever it is way in the back of the fridge, and throwing out the 50 pieces of things belonging to 50 different toys my kids no longer play with from beneath the couch cushions.
Unfortunately for someone like me (who before having kids was probably considered a “neat freak”) I have at least one day, every month of the year, that is like a normal person’s Spring cleaning day.
Don’t get me wrong; I have long since given up doing things like dusting, vacuuming, and folding/putting away laundry every week, or washing all the dishes each night. If I tried to keep up with that stuff the way I used to, I wouldn’t have time to do anything else.
So as much as it pains me, I’ve learned to let things go when it comes to keeping the house nice and tidy. You can read more about that in this post to show you just how much I’ve learned to let go. The reason I don’t clean nearly as much as I would like to is probably due to this:
Finished cleaning the house just in time for the kids to get off the bus and make it look like I haven’t cleaned in three months!
— the Mom TruthBomb (@momTruthBomb) February 26, 2016
Now back to this Spring cleaning, as people like to call it. I think a more appropriate terminology is one that I came across on social media from the funny lady over Ramblin’ Mama.
I had never heard the term “rage cleaning” before, but it’s perfect! It pretty much embodies everything about me when I freak out and start throwing everything away once a month. And by everything, I mean everything!
–Annoying little trinkets from party favor bags or Chuck E. Cheese that my kids don’t play with but always seem to be strewn around the house? Garbage!
–Any toy that’s even slightly broken? Garbage!
–A handful of erasers and pencils they brought home for every holiday since school started? Garbage!
–Kids drawings? Garbage!
–Even the ones that say “I love you Mommy” and have little hearts? Garbage!
–Actual pieces of garbage that my kids found in the mulch at the playground and insist on displaying on their dresser, but never actually touch, look at, or do anything with?
You guessed it – GARBAGE!
It’s kind of like that movie The Purge, but instead of going ballistic on my fellow man one day a year, I go ballistic on my kids’ crap 12 to 15 times a year.
I know it may sound harsh, but the fact of the matter is that they won’t notice, and within days there will be more crappy plastic toys, more drawings, more “I love you” notes, and more literal garbage that they think is treasure.
So while I do love the feeling after each of these “purges” or “rage cleanings,” I can never rest easy, because I know that it’s only moments away from being completely destroyed once again.
In the meantime, I always have another option*……..
HAPPY SPRING CLEANING!
*This author in no way encourages arson as an alternative to cleaning your home. Please do not set your house on fire.