I stopped washing the dishes, and doing the laundry.
I stopped cooking.
I stopped hoovering after every meal, and rushing around with a broom.
My skirting boards are in desperate need of a dusting – but who cares?
I used to care. I used to rush home from work, become anxious that dinner wasn’t done, that the house was messy, that my things weren’t sorted for the next day.
I used to spend all day at work, then all evening (what was left of it after my commute) cooking, cleaning, tidying, preparing.
And my husband would chill out in front of the TV.
Why won’t you help?! I would cry out, in anger.
Because I am tired, I need to rest. I’ll do it on the weekend. Leave it, chill out, we can do it on the weekend.
But I was not having it. And live in a messy house?! And leave dishes overnight?!
Oh, the abhorrent thought.
But soon I began to be stressed. It crept up on me, and poked its bony fingers down my throat and in my ears. I was surly all the time, constantly frowning, nursing a perpetual headache. When I visited my family, I was mean to them too, resenting them for stealing my personal time.
Finally, one day, I came home from work, got undressed, and flopped into bed, where I napped for a solid hour. What a glorious nap that was.
When I woke up, we had mashed potatoes and baked beans.
What a delicious, easy dinner that was.
I left the dishes soaking overnight. I didn’t even choose an outfit for work… no, I lounged about on my laptop and read people’s blogs.
And I felt so free.
And I thought, what was all the fuss about? Who cares?
So now, when my house is messy, when both of us lie like zombies on the sofa, I don’t care anymore.
Because the house WILL get clean, eventually.
It just doesn’t need to be cleaned everyday.
I don’t need to prep my work clothes or gym clothes the night before. I can grab whatever in the morning, if it saves my sanity. We can eat easy dinners, and wash up later. We can rest our minds and bodies after a gruelling day, because housework and all other work will always need doing, every single day, so why stress over it?
I stopped caring you see, and my mind and body are so grateful, even if my house is not.
I’m so glad for you! Life is too short to ware yourself out over tideous chores. Baby and you are far more important! This was well said and necessary. Thank you for sharing. You’re inspirational.
Hugs and lots of love to you!
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You’re right, life IS too short to do that 🙂 Thank you for stopping by, Mel, and sharing your love ❤
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Muuaah!
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Hey. Maybe the house is grateful too. Now it is relaxed and comfortable too. 😉
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This comment made me laugh, I love where your mind goes! You know, I think the house IS grateful too 😀
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Good for laughter! I’ve got your back on these things OB 😉
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Profound words.
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As Joan Rivers put it, “I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.” Glad you’ve come round to her point of view.
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That Joan Rivers sounds like a wise lady!
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Hang in there … a tip …. Balance is an important key.
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You’re right, Frank. The middle way is the best way!
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