I come by my resistance from a long and awesome stretch of years not giving a crap about housework. Then I had babies. When you have a new baby people give some great (and also awful but that's a different post) advice. My absolute favorite one is that baby won't be small forever, the dishes and cleaning can wait. Take a nap with your baby instead. This is obviously the best piece of advice ever and one that I ran with. For almost 3 years (Don't judge me!). But now, here I sit planning my cleaning plan for the day. A housewife. I blame Plum. Because she's the one crawling about trying to eat everything off the floor. Silly baby.
So now that I'm two weeks into being a straight up domestic goddess, I reflect on the lessons that I have learned. Like it is better to leave the rice all over the floor under the highchair to dry. Trying to wipe up sticky rice from linoleum is like being attacked by tiny pieces of glue (if glue sprouted legs and attacked you). Instead, get up early and get a broom. It will come up in one swoop. Also, it turns out that doing seven dishes is way easier than doing seventy dishes. Interesting. Or that children who do not wear clothes, have two pieces of laundry a week. But that babies make up for it by have three outfits a day (what with all the food smearing and peeing all over themselves). Also, it has crossed my mind that my new found love of cleaning could be a sign of the coming apocolypse. Because I have favorite cleaners now too. And if you know me in real life, then you know that that is just ridiculous.
But when the man gets home, I revert back to my old self because I have been a flippin rock star all day long. If it isn't done when he gets home then it can wait til the next day. Unless of coarse he decides that he wants to do it ( He does clean. I know, I bagged a cleaner. Don't hate me.). Cause I am off the clock. I'll punch back in in the a.m. And it would seem that we like each other better now too. Admittedly, life goes smoother when things are clean and we aren't spending our much anticipated family time cleaning house. Shiz, I'm doing it again. Promoting housewifishness. Shazbot. My twenty something self is shriveling up and dying.
Well, I better get off the computer and get the dishes done before Plum wakes up. Oh balls. Did I really just type that? Good grief. I gotta go.