I have a number of potential posts that I have written, but for one reason or another, I cannot seem to ever push the “publish” button. Sometimes, that’s a beneficial thing; knowing that once words are said, I can no longer take them back. So I write, then save the words into the depths of my computer, only to be forgotten. That’s one of the reasons I decided to do the Write31Day Challenge. I’m also thankful to have Nathan to pre-read my posts (and help with all the technical stuff) before posting!
And for the record, my kitchen tonight looks NOTHING like the below photo. That was a rare moment! In fact, I was just informed that there are no bowls for our ice cream we were planning to have while we catch up on NCIS tonight…
Why I hate my Clean Kitchen
January 12, 2015
Most people love a clean kitchen. Many of my friends say they can’t go to bed without the kitchen being clean and ready for the next day. They just can’t sleep until it’s done. (I sleep just fine…)
Don’t get me wrong. I do really like the feeling of having the kitchen clean and ready for breakfast the next morning. I do love getting up and walking into the kitchen to see the clean counters waiting for me.
So then, why do I hate my clean kitchen?
Rewind with me a few days. My husband was out of town last week for a business trip, and I was geared up for a week of only two activities on our calendar and high hopes of starting back to a structured homeschool routine to start off the year.
Monday morning came…child #1 wakes up sick. What do we do? Movie day! Snuggle day! NOTHING TO DO day! After not being home for more than 24 hours at a time over the past three weeks, it was actually amazing. Well, except for the sickness.
Tuesday morning came…child #2 wakes up sick. Yet another day of staying at home with absolutely no agenda.
By Wednesday I had given up hope of any sort of a routine and just decided to enjoy the time off and at home. And we had the best rest of the week we’ve had in awhile! No schedule. We ate when we were hungry, read books, did puzzles, played in the basement, played Legos, and the list goes on. Whenever one of my children came to me with a request of “mom will you____with me?” I was able to drop whatever I was doing and grant that request. We stayed up until 10 or 11 reading books after I got the younger two kiddos to bed. Because the younger two went to bed earlier, I was able to be up at 7 reading and spending time with just them.
While that was nice, there was a definite loss of sleep on my part…which brings me to the weekend.
Friday came and we did finally leave the house to meet up with friends at the library. About an hour after we got home, Nathan was home from his trip as well! We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening enjoying just being together as a family and had a movie night.
Saturday was pretty relaxing and the kids and Nathan were able to get outside and go down on the land for a few hours. They had a blast. I opted to stay in, because after all, someone had to stay in with Josiah who was napping. It was also a good opportunity to catch up on a bit of housework.
We had a nice supper and rest of the evening, but my supper dishes did not get washed up. Sunday morning came and we ate a quick breakfast of granola bars that I had made the night before (dishes from that also not washed). Then we headed to church, ate lunch out, and came home and crashed from exhaustion. We had leftovers for supper and Nathan went back into church for youth group. The kids and I spent the evening reading together and looking at their library books they had gotten a few days before.
Monday. Today. Have you ever had one of those days you wish you could just rewind and start again? Yeah. Today was that. Nothing horrible happened; it’s just that everyone was exhausted and I do not believe any one of us was prepared and ready for the week to begin. My kitchen included; still sporting the crockpot, stockpot, large bowl, and a few other miscellaneous items from supper and granola bar making Saturday night. Don’t worry…my dishwasher gets lots of work done for me, the everyday dishes that fit in the dishwasher—those dishes get done multiple times a day!
As evening approached and the larger dishes from today made their way to the countertops, unable to be washed in the dishwasher, I knew I needed to work in the kitchen before the night was over and before I ran out of energy to accomplish the task.
Samuel wanted me to read to him.
Grace loves being read aloud to and always looks forward to the evenings when we can do that.
Ruth Ann and Josiah were yelling “tickle me mommy, tickle me!”
And, at 8:00 on this Monday night, I told my kids, “Not tonight.” and tucked tear stained faces into their beds. Because I have to lay down with Josiah to get him to sleep, he stayed at my feet as I washed each and every dish, begging for my attention. Nathan walked in the door from being at a church meeting and I barely turned to look at him to say “hello.”
So…as much as I enjoy a clean kitchen; tonight I hate my clean kitchen.
I hate my clean kitchen because it means that books were not read, bellies were not tickled, and my husband did not receive the attention he deserves.
I like this sign that hangs in my house and believe it says it all!
*Books were read earlier today, and bellies tickled…just not at 8:00 before bedtime, nor as much as each child wanted, as was done during the previous week; thus the tears.*