No more guilt, that's my new motto. As I stare at the heap of children's books in front of the bookshelf, as I avoid the mountain of laundry fermenting on the floor of the revolting laundry room, I pause and take a moment.
Since this is the guilt no more blog, I need to be a founding member, since my house and my brain both provide templates of guilt-no-more housekeeping and thinking, respectively. I think of it as a charitable outreach to all those people who have guilt over the less than perfect state of their organizational lives.
You in the family all know who I am. Hopefully, when Superguy (the DH) shows me how to use our technology, I will post photos and you can all lean back and heave one large sigh of relief and say to your spouses, "At least our house isn't THAT BAD."
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But now that AMM is out of the house, how can it possibly be messy???
;)
"At least my house isn't THAT messy" they say, trying to condone themselves with the fact that their cold and sterile homes are like something out of magazine. After all, they should be: their 1.2 child/ren are gone all day, and besides when they are home, they aren't allowed in the living room. That's only for guests. Only the guests get to sit on the stiff, be-pilowed, sofas, and gaze on those great, organized bookshelves by the soft light of the ornate reading lamps. Meanwhile the 1.2 child/ren microwave some easy mac when they get home from their "after-school activities" and go sit in their (messy) rooms and look at the computer. The adults who have such lovely houses come home at say, 6pm, after work, greet one another for the first time that day and discuss how much they dislike their jobs and the "issues" they think the 1.2 child/ren is facing. THey argue over who will have to ferry the 1.2 to band practice, since "I really have so much work to finish up tomorrow, and my commute is already 40 minutes" - but, "I am in meetings until 4:30, and when will I get to my yoga class?" They eat their artisan bread and organic micro greens on their $20 plates in front of the evening news, only taking a break to wander to the 1.2 child/ren's room to ask if they are doing their homework. The child doesn't look up from the computer and only takes out one of their iPod earphones to let the parent know that they did their "homework" during study hall, and that they will need to bring in some money tomorrow for some fundraiser. Then the earphone goes back in, and the parent says, "ok, well good," then goes back downstairs to have a glass of wine and wonder why they feel like the 1.2 seems so distant. They think of the big Catholic family down the block, the one with the kids that they always see going in and out. The family where the kids outside play together and call for their "Mama" and get excited when Dad comes home. The big sister is always trying to drag the little one around, and the boys ram around on bikes. They all come inside together at dinner time, and the parents talk. It seems like it can be hard for them to get a chance to talk, since the kids are always telling them about what they did that day and about the scary bird. But the parents do want to talk to each other, and make time when they can. The kids help clean up after dinner, and they each pick out a story to read. They can be seen walking to their neighborhood Church together, all dressed up. People come to their house and feel welcome to sit anywhere, wherever there is space. There do seem to be large gatherings of people there often, and just to get together. They sometimes grill outside, and they sometimes all go to the park together. But, yes, their house can be messy. All those kids living and playing together, all the time spent with on another, all the dinners made on the stove and all the coming and going, it all can make the house a little messy. As the 1.2 child/ren watches youtube and the parents sit and watch the news (in separate rooms) they can look at the big Catholic family and say, "at least my house isn't THAT messy!"
thanks, amm. needed that. dining room floor -- crunchy. Basement -- horrific. backyard -- ghetto.
maybe i need to stop looking at so many house/home magazines. hey -- the guilt-no-more mag! large, glossy color photos of disorder and filth!
could be a million dollar idea.
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