Wednesday, February 01, 2012
Harps and I had a big cleaning day yesterday. Our whole house is hardwoods (good for an asthma bum like me), but that means major sweeping and vacuuming. It's one chore (can adults call them chores?) I don't really mind, because I love watching all those Cheerio crumbs get sucksucked up, but it's still hard to keep on top of. To get our kind-of-huge bedroom done yesterday, I had to uncover my pile of cheapy Target necklaces and a box of Q-tips to keep her occupied while I heaved and hoed.
And we did laundry and put away clothes and swiped some sinks and the like. But then we came downstairs, and the whole hub of everything, the first thing anyone sees when they walk inside, was crazy messy. My kitchen. And I just couldn't face it yet.
So we went to the park instead. Then we came home and rested. Then we had music class. And by the time we came home, it was almost time to make dinner and the dishes were still filling the sink (and my counters). So I rolled up my sleeves, handed her a bowl of frozen blueberries, and got to work.
Of course, it only took about 10 or 15 minutes. And it was actually kind of soothing. And she "helped" and it made the evening chug along. So why had I waited so long? Why do I always make the kitchen clean-up my personal Everest?
The tough thing, in my defense, is the kitchen is right under her bedroom. So I really can't click and clack during nap or ni'ni' or she'll...let me know. She's got white noise going, so I can heat up food and do some light work in there, but not like big pan washing or lots of banging around. Plus, after a super long day and after cooking dinner, it's 8:00 and I am not in the mood to do more work. Usually, I do the bare minimum: Put up the food, gather up the dirty dishes from around the house, toss old food into the trash, maybe do a quick sweep. But a real clean? No.
So! What do you guys do? How do you stay ahead of the kitchen? Am I alone in my terror of oatmeal-crusted bowls? It's okay if you find my methods horrifying and think I'm hopeless. (But please pretend to convince me otherwise?) xo