So the overwhelming responsibility of taking care of four children while husband works long hours finally got to me. I seriously hit a point where I said, "Okay, I can either go crazy trying to keep this house tidy, or I can let it go". Once I made this statement to myself, I wondered if, indeed, it would stress me considerably to just let it go. What would it be like to let it go? So, my dear friends and family, here is a week of my version of letting it go. No major judgements please!
Monday : A day of laundry - four loads thank you very much - and no time to fold them up. They sat in my room for few days.
Tuesday: The boys wanted to have a grand sleep over - move all their mattresses to the floor and pile every blanket available on them. It looks like trailer-park-shanty-town, but instead of freaking out over the mess and distress, I reminded myself of the fun memories they were making.
Wednesday: I needed to clean my room and finish up the laundry. But my huge pile of "Things That Need Sewing" called my name. What to do? Why - keeping true to the theme of the week - I popped in my favorite season of Project Runway, set up my sewing machine, and sewed all the things I wanted to my heart's content.
Messy messy messy room!
Thursday: Another day of laundry. Line drying dominates the hallways and cleaning out toys and closets felt like a good project, but didn't feel like taking the final step and actually removing items to garage and garbage. Instead, they sat in the hallway for a few days (more like six days!)
Friday: why clean up the main family room? They just destroy it within a few hours anyway.
Normally I vacuum the carpet daily on account of dogs with very long hair. I just didn't get around to it for a few days. those dark streaks on the carpet aren't shadows - they're dog hair.
Lane attacked the piano music basket. Oh well, dinner needed to get made and music remained on the floor for a few days.
Saturday: the whirlwind of a walking baby and older brother toddler descended up on the front rooms of the house. It was a sunny day and I wanted to start my seedlings. So I did start my seeds and didn't clean up the toys and mess.
Sunday: supposed to be a day of rest, but that laundry pile didn't get any smaller by us just looking at it. We employed the older boys to help me out with folding and they did. I didn't expect perfection, just their laundry in folded piles and put away in drawers.
The Conclusion: the week of "letting it go" didn't kill me as I thought it would. I even had a few unexpected visitors and normally I would die if they saw my house in this condition, but I had to just let it go. This week, the week after letting it go, I feel more renewed and energized to tackle the house. I also feel a greater need to employ the children to help because one woman simply cannot do it all. It was refreshing to give myself a break, but I really don't want to be the woman whose house is a disaster - just not my thing. One tiny confession? boy it sure was nice to sew and garden all day instead of doing housework!














