I confess; I am no good at house work. I did not model good housekeeping for my children, and I deeply regret it. My consolation is that my mother DID model good housekeeping, and it didn’t stick to me, so maybe it would have made no difference to my children.
I try to keep up with the basics, and when I notice the dust bunnies have built barricades across the hall and are singing the Marseillaise, I grab a broom and round them up.
I do my laundry. Sometimes there is a pile of clean clothes waiting to be folded, but I do hang things up in the closet. Perhaps I should have modeled this practice better. My sister watches TV while she folds, but I do not have a TV in the bedroom. I may just be a bit lazy.
Since we now own a dishwasher, dishes are no problem. Load after meals, run when full. Even smaller pans can go right in. This makes me happy.
Garbage used to be the bane of my existence, but now we can afford to have a pick-up service, so all we have to do is put the bag on the curb. For many years we lived in apartments with dumpsters. I admit this makes life easy—you can take out the trash anytime you want. Later when we lived in houses, we had to pay for this service. Sometimes it was hard to scrape up the cash to buy the sticker or tape the money to the bag.
Once, when my husband was pastoring a church, a member of the church accused me of storing the garbage in the basement because she did not see the bag at the curb when she drove to work. Sorry, ma’am, I just don’t get up as early as you, but my trash does get out to the curb.
So here are my three Helpful Hints for Housekeeping Happiness:
- Take care of the dishes after every meal, or at least once a day.
- Put away your clothes.
- Take out the garbage in a timely manner.
You should never be afraid to let your mother in your house again. Now I better go fold that pile of clothes. . . Wait, do I hear something?
“Allons enfants de la patrie, le jour de gloire est arrive´ . . .”