One of my least favorite things is waking up to a dirty house. It's why I clean the house before we go on vacation, I hate coming home to a mess. Recently I started waiting until the boys went to bed and taking 10 minutes for myself. At first I would throw in a load of laundry and paint my nails, telling myself that tomorrow night I would mop the floors. That was nice. Then I found a nail polish that lasted days. So, I would throw in a load of laundry, fold a load, and play candy crush. I know, I know. Candy Crush is lame but, it was me time and me time means I get to choose how I spent my time. Then I cheated on candy crush by changing the date on my phone to the next day giving me extra lives. When my messages wouldn't send, I had to change the date back and my lie was discovered. I had to wait a full 24 hours before I could play again. I felt sneaky but was reminded that cheaters never prosper. Alas, I was left with me time with no need for nail polish and zero lives on Candy Crush.
In one night I knocked out the dishes, the dusting, my couponing, and 5 minutes of straight nothing.
I loved waking up to 'such' a clean house the next day, I do it every night.
Being a Mom is absolutely my calling in life. I'm not great at it but I love it and I'm giving it my all. Finn makes keeping a clean house nearly impossible but when he is grown, I can promise that he will never remember how clean our house was but that Mom would spend hours on end playing, loving, and laughing.
I'll take that over anything in this world.
Fortunately, a clean house is what keeps the Mom sane.
Me time can wait until all is quiet in the house.