My husband would call me an obsessive, neurotic, cleaning machine. I put it a little more lightly and say, I enjoy my house being clean and work hard everyday to ensure it stays that way.
I blame my parents. When I was growing up, our house was always clean. My parents ensured that if someone was to stop by, whether it be expected or not, they would be greeted with a clean and tidy house. I loved that about my parents’ house; I always knew that I could bring friends by and be greeted by a clean house.
Then, I had Bryce. All the time I had dedicated to cleaning my own house became time spent caring for Bryce. This has quickly become one of the biggest stressors for me. I just cannot figure out a way to keep my house as clean and tidy as I would like it to be and provide my son with the quality time that he deserves.
My parents came to visit last weekend and I was a wreck all week. I actually traded in quality time that I would typically spend with my son to spend it frantically cleaning around the house. When they arrived on Saturday my mom said, “Wow, your house is amazingly clean. How did you manage to get it this clean with a 6 month old baby?” My jaw dropped. I reminded her how perfectly clean her house always seemed to be, and she was quick to let me know that I apparently was only remembering the house from when I was considerably older. She let me know that anyone who has had children would completely understand that new parents (even veteran parents) struggle with the ability to keep the house as clean as they would like in addition to raising children.
Hearing my mother’s words lifted the stress right off my shoulders. I wasn’t failing as a mother because I couldn’t keep my house as spotless as I wanted, I was just joining the ranks of mothers around the world!