There’s a unique camaraderie that forms when you dive deep into the nitty-gritty of motherhood. A while back, I was chatting with my friend, Mark, who holds a high-powered position at a prestigious advertising agency. When I asked him to elaborate on his work, he replied, “I oversee creative branded cross-advertorial synergistic relationships.”
Curiosity got the best of me, and I probed further, “And what does that entail, exactly?”
He sighed, “I send emails.”
In contrast, I responded with a smirk, “I wipe stuff.”
Motherhood comes with many labels: stay-at-home mom, working mother, or even domestic engineer. While we can dissect these titles endlessly, the true essence of the role often boils down to one simple truth: it’s a lot of cleaning.
Let’s be honest—cleaning isn’t my favorite pastime. I dread chores that feel like a never-ending cycle, like washing dishes or doing laundry. Some days, while I’m showering, I can’t help but think, “Didn’t I just do this yesterday?”
When you welcome a baby into your life, you encounter many surprises: the agony of childbirth, the financial strain of childcare, and unsolicited advice about baby attire, even when it’s 70 degrees outside. But what truly took me aback was the exponential increase in cleaning. I’d say it multiplies tenfold, but I’m unsure of the term for that. Dectuples, perhaps?
Before kids, household chores felt optional. My husband and I would casually wash a few dishes each evening and vacuum sporadically. Fast forward to parenthood, and a simple family meal feels like an explosion in the kitchen. After breakfast, it’s as if a food battle occurred, with toast crusts scattered everywhere. Jam drips from the ceiling fan, and we somehow manage to dirty thirty plates and countless utensils in one sitting. Grit seems to cling to the floor no matter how often I sweep or vacuum.
I often joke that my early days as a stay-at-home mom resembled a Sisyphean task. While my husband ventured into the corporate world, I was left at home battling remnants of breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There were times I’d exclaim, “Mark, you know who really deserves recognition here? Dishyphus—because while Sisyphus rolls that rock, I’m here scraping egg off the frying pan!” And then the tears would flow. Thankfully, Mark suggested we rethink our household responsibilities.
Yet, even with both of us pitching in, the cleaning never ceases. It’s a continuous effort to counteract the chaos created by our little ones. One child is adept at cutting paper into minuscule pieces, while another decides to unleash their artistic flair with a marker on their bedroom door. Shoes, coats, and backpacks create a trail from the front door through the hallway like an obstacle course. I’ve resigned myself to kicking them aside rather than pleading with my kids to hang them up.
When new mothers check into hospitals, they should receive a starter kit: microfiber cloths, rags, and paper towels. Alongside breastfeeding and infant care classes, a tutorial on managing household messes should be mandatory. They could say, “Breastfeeding and diaper changes are temporary, but cleaning? Welcome to motherhood; that’s a lifetime commitment.”
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In summary, motherhood is a blend of joyful moments and relentless chores. While we may not always talk about the messy side of being a mom, it’s an integral part of the journey that shapes our experiences.
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