Every week, I pay respect to the household deity.
And by that, I mean that I clean the fuck out of our house.
I scrub the kitchen floor properly, with water and soap, on all fours, like a maid in a porn movie. I clean the microwave, wipe the countertops, then I vacuum the house entirely, damp-mop the wooden floors, do a load or two of laundry, then clean the bathrooms, the shower, and the toilets and relentlessly move things from one room to the next, picking up scattered items belonging to Mark (75% of the time), Feng (20% of the time) or myself (5% of the time, I’m so fucking neat, I know).
Then I put the laundry in the dryer, sort it out, put the trash out, and make sure the floors are dry and I sigh.
The house is clean.
It won’t last.
Enter the tiger and the dragon. On Sunday, you’d better not make a mess. All my efforts are still way too fresh in my mind and in my sore muscles.
“I want a jam sandwich!”
“Of course, honey. I’ll put one in your lunchbox for tomorrow.”
“I eat watching TV.”
“Your jam sandwich? Over my dead body, honey. Love you too.”
“Do you want to give him crackers?”
“If he eats them sitting at the table, yes.”
Acceptable options in front of the TV are limited. Yogurt, apple sauce, fruit, maybe cheese. Crackers? Ah. I don’t think so. Crackers crumble into crumbs.
Of course, I couldn’t have foreseen that night that the mess will turn out to be a glass of Sprite that fell off the table—I saw it happen right in front of my eyes, an epic slow-motion moment—and shattered on the freshly mopped kitchen floor.
“Mommy not happy.”
You bet, honey. Picking up shards of glass was not what I had in mind that evening. I didn’t even get mad, though. I just sighed and grabbed the mop. Accidents happen.
“Oh, look, it’s fixed!” said Mark the following day when he spotted another similar glass on the table. Good thing kids are innocent and cute.
Hump day brings a recurring dilemma: should I attempt to clean again or should I just give up and wait a few more days for another deep cleaning? It is worth it to do another load of laundry? To vacuum the carpet, even though more mess is to be expected?
By the end of the week, anything goes. Chicken nuggets in front of the TV? You bet. A boiled egg and crackers with that? Be my guest. “Just this one time,” I assert, not believing a word of what I’m saying and ready to accept anything for some peace and quiet.
I don’t aim for perfection and I’m not trying to impress anyone—we never have guests, I think the last time we had someone over was when Mark was an infant. But minimal clutter and acceptably-clean surfaces put my mind at ease. One less thing to worry about, one tiny piece of life under control. It’s… soothing.
As much as my Italian genes command me to play the martyr, I actually enjoy my weekly deep cleaning. For once, I disconnect. Emails and work can wait. I have the house to myself, so I look for some documentaries on Youtube, click on “Play” and turn the volume up, a nice change when I’m used to headphones and low volume because Mark is (supposed to) sleep. I clean methodically, and efficiently and let my mind wander. If you really want to know, I mentally drafted this article while sorting out Mark’s clothes and mopping the living room floor—ah!
Besides, cleaning is instant gratification. You can see the result.
I can’t complain too much. The guys are actually pretty clean—if a bit messy—and the house is functional. When they come back, I like to show off. “Look, it’s clean!” I beam. “Yeah, I can smell it.” “But can you see it? Look at the difference!” “Wow, yes, the fridge is really clean.” “I did NOT clean the fridge. But look at the microwave!”
Even Mark learned to “wow” on command (even though an hour later he will complain that something is “yucky“—who taught him this word?
I just wish the fresh-and-clean feeling would last.
But that’s not going to happen. Life is a series of changes… and it all starts with a few crumbs on the floor.
I wish I was able to clean like you! We made a lot of resolutions in regards to keeping the house clean and we were never able to keep them … we had to hire someone to help us out!
How do you deal with Akira’s mess? I’ve heard that pets were like kids 🙂
Akira is much cleaner than I am 😉 Honestly except when he sheds his fur, it’s like we don’t even have a dog!
It’s the hair that would drive me crazy I think. There was a cat at my parents’ place this summer and there were hair everywhere!
Napalm or flamethrower are a faster solution. I recommend it.
For the house or those who dare to make a mess?
Both.
Might be messy to clean the aftermath of the… ahem, cleaning.
Wow! 🙂
Really, though, wow. I love the results of cleaning but not the process. I relate to what you’re saying about it feeling good, it’s just getting there… Doesn’t it take a good part of the day? I suppose not wanting to sit on sticky crumbs is motivation!
Yes, it does take a while, a few hours in total. Meh. At least I get a good workout out of it!
I’m physically unable to keep a house clean, when I pick up a book, it seems that I can’t put it on the shelf. It just lands somewhere, waiting to be picked up on sunday… Yeah, my cleaning day is sunday! I love walking bare foot on a clean surface. It feels so good, even if it only lasts 2 days…
Two days?? I would love for it to last that long! 😆
My house would be so clean if we didn’t live in it. And if we had a cleaner or perhaps two cleaners. Sigh – just gotta keep cleaning away!
That’s the solution! We will stop living inside and camp in the backyard 🙂
Wow…you clean all that every week? You are good! I don’t even have kids and can’t pull that off. Convenient that I read this post today…this weekend is all about cleaning for me. Haven’t given my place a good cleaning in more than a month. Thankfully, it’s raining…otherwise, nice weather would pull me outside yet again.
Key word here is “no kid” 😉 I don’t think I used to clean so much before Mark… and keep in mind we are home a lot, since we are both freelancing!
Ugh those damn crumbs !! We try to clean the floors as much as we can so my son does not pick his next meal there lol
Why can’t we snap our fingers and everything will be done so we can take more naps?? #parentschristmaswishlist
Oh yeah, now I remember how Mark used to “clean” the floor when he was crawling! It gets better once they walk, and Baby seems to be very close to the milestone judging by your latest pictures.
He is close. he can stand while supporting himself with chairs and couches. So far, crawling is still the main way of transportation for him lol and he is super fast now !
Exciting!