Hey there, fellow messy moms! Put that broom down and stop convincing yourself that you’ll suddenly become the queen of organization. We both know that promise leads to disappointment—and maybe even a slice of pie devoured over the kitchen sink. So what if guests are dropping by in 20 minutes? No need to apologize for the state of your home; we’re just moms who prioritize life over household chores.
Recently, my family visited a friend for dinner. She sheepishly said, “Sorry for the mess; we just got back from vacation.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, replying, “If you think this is messy, you should see my place!” Her definition of a mess? A few stray shoes by the door and some unopened mail. My husband and I, on the other hand, are bordering on disaster territory. With a toddler in the mix, things have only gotten worse.
Just last week, I committed to a “deep clean” and swore I’d never let it spiral out of control again. Fast forward to today, and I’m once again stepping over toys just to reheat my coffee—for the third time! Writing this piece is my way of procrastinating the inevitable task of restoring our home to its acceptable messiness. When I do finally manage to tidy up, I’ll relish those fleeting five minutes when everything is almost in its place.
As a stay-at-home mom, you’d think keeping things tidy would be easier, right? Wrong! We actually live in our space, which leads to even more mess. Our little one loves to explore every drawer and cabinet, leaving chaos in his wake. And like him, I tend to leave things scattered about rather than putting them back.
I can’t pretend there’s a silver lining here, either. Sure, I could say, “Our house is a mess, but we’re living life to the fullest,” but that would be a stretch. My cluttered kitchen counters are a testament to my current reality, where a slow-cooked meal in the Crock-Pot is my best hope for dinner. A messy home hinders my productivity—I’m not one of those creatives who thrives in disarray.
Messy moms like us have tried everything, yet we still manage to create a whirlwind of chaos. My son doesn’t seem to mind; to him, our home is just one big obstacle course. Right now, he’s happily nibbling on the leftovers from last night’s dinner, and I bet you’re expecting me to wrap this up with a tidy solution. Sorry, no can do. This is the truth of our messy lives.
Today, I’ll crank up some Justin Bieber, get myself motivated, and set a timer to tackle at least a bit of cleaning. Realistically, I might only manage to unload the dishwasher and switch out the laundry. Somehow, I still carve out time for yoga and dinner prep each night. Parenting can be relentless, and cleaning often takes a backseat. My house is so chaotic that I couldn’t even fake a perfect Instagram shot—unless there’s a filter titled “This Is Someone Else’s Home.”
The idea of hiring a maid is becoming increasingly tempting. I’d gladly embrace being that trendy stay-at-home mom with a housekeeper and a live-in nanny—preferably one who is slightly older and not too glamorous. A good friend of mine offered to come over and clean in exchange for me cooking some meals for her family. She claimed she enjoys cleaning and finds solace in messes. Bless her heart.
I’ve attempted the “be grateful for the roof over your head” approach, but that usually leads to me pulling out the vacuum, getting distracted by TV highlights, and then abandoning the vacuum completely. My son appears terrified of cleaning tools, likely because he rarely sees them in action.
The other day, my husband remarked, “The bathroom smells great! Did you clean?” I had to laugh and admit, “Nope, just dropped some tea tree oil in the toilet.” It actually works, folks!
Recently, a friend reached out to sell me some fancy cleaning products. I had to be honest: “I’m sure they’re amazing, but I’m not your target market. I’m currently spending zero dollars on cleaning supplies!”
I embrace my messy tendencies. When I do manage to clean, I can’t help but announce it to everyone—I’ll post on social media or call my mom, saying, “Guess what? I actually folded the laundry and put it away!”
Is there hope for a more organized life? I dream of the day when we can sit down for dinner without needing to wash two forks by hand because I forgot to start the dishwasher. Or maybe, just maybe, I’ll remember the last time I changed the sheets. But for now, I wake up to find my child yet again rummaging through the recycling.
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In summary, being a messy mom is a shared reality for many of us. We navigate the chaos, find joy in the little moments, and often laugh through the mess. After all, life is too short to be perfect—embrace the clutter!
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