When we came home from church Sunday night we sat the boys down at the table for a snack and an episode or two of Fireman Sam and I started what I call my ‘house attack.’ I folded a load of clothes, put more clothes in the washer and dryer. I cleaned the bathroom. (Really, I did, even though it still smells like pee.) I got out pajamas and diapers and towels for bedtime showers. I picked up our bedroom and watered my succulent.
That’s a lot of how cleaning and laundry go around here anymore. A few years ago, that would have been a failure; now it’s just a manageable way of life.
We attempt to keep our house fairly clean and neat. I have a weekly cleaning schedule. The boys and I regularly pick up toys through the day. My husband pitches in with whatever needs to be done. We’re throwing out clutter.