You would think that after being out of college and having a full-time job for 9 years, co-habitating (officially, that is...) for about 7 years, being married for 5 1/2 years, and being parents for 2 1/2 years, The Hubby and I would consider ourselves adults.
You'd be wrong.
You see, we'd fallen into some horrible habits, especially when it comes to housekeeping. We just didn't really do it. And there's no one to blame but ourselves, really. It's not like it happened when Baby Girl arrived--no, we just never did much cleaning. We'd clean: 1) when someone was coming over 2) when The Hubby got
But that all changed toward the beginning of January. It had nothing to do with a resolution or anything. It might have been a teensy bit of nesting. But something made me realize that if we just did a little bit each night, we wouldn't get stressed by the grossness that we were living in, we'd have dishes to cook with, and we'd have clean clothes without buying 30 pairs of underwear (which we each still EASILY have). So I just started doing it. And I've done it almost every night since. While dinner is cooking, I'm putting away the dishes from the dishwasher and sometimes working on other cooking projects (like freezing fruits for my smoothies). After dinner is done,
Am I exhausted most nights? Do I miss out on some time with Baby Girl? Do I wish I could just veg out and do nothing? You betcha.
And do you think The Hubby caught on quickly? Of course not. It took until
I finally, officially, feel like an adult. I know what it's like to live in a house that I'm not embarrassed to have people see, generally. Is our bedroom currently a wreck because we didn't put away a couple of loads of laundry? Yep. Has any dusting been done in the last 3 months? Nope. But our kitchen counters are clean, we don't have more than 2 loads of dirty laundry, and our floors are cleaner than they used to be. We need to get into a better routine with changing our sheets and maybe start dusting, but it's definitely progress. And that's what counts.