Mess and disorganization can live someplace else, thank you very much.
I am not a fan of chaos.
I want to know what is collecting dust in cupboards and unearth things that have been stowed away in boxes and forgotten about.
Digging stuff out and tossing unused items is cathartic and freeing (although my husband certainly does not always agree).
Unfortunately not liking disarray of any kind doesn’t gel with parenthood.
Our sink is frequently full of unwashed dishes and our laundry bins are always overflowing. We often have incomplete household projects on the go and insanely long to-do lists.
Adding even more to the madness is our tiny monster who somehow manages to crawl through a room in a flash and leave trails of scattered toys in his dust. He doesn’t seem to mind the existence of these trip hazards (think blocks, books, balls, trains, Tupperware). In fact, he rather enjoys them. If given a choice, I suspect he’d have our home permanently decorated with clutter.
Needless to say, I am constantly picking up toys and putting them back in their place. This is a rather tedious task, as you can well imagine, but it means our home still sometimes manages to look as though grown-ups live here.
While a clean, organized space definitely helps me think straight, it’s starting to feel a bit like Groundhog Day. Baby makes mess. Mom tidies up. Baby makes new mess. Mom tidies again. Baby makes an even bigger mess. Mom sighs, takes a deep breath and tidies yet again. And so on. And so on. And so on.
Now I am sure this all sounds very thrilling, stimulating and fascinating. And oh how it is.
Perhaps there comes a point when parents stop fighting the household frenzy and just kick back and accept daily disorder, but how?
Is there some kind of trick for making peace with the mountain of ‘treasures’ strewn about and just getting on with your day? If you have chaos survival skills, do share!