One of my favorite poems (handed down for generations, although it's *misappropriated* to the mom who submitted it to a 'favorite poems about motherhood' section in a woman's magazine online) will follow.
I'm ADHD... So I not only have to occasionally beat the mess back with a stick... but I also have a few tricks I have to live by (which keeps me *mostly* organized *most* of the time:
1) Everything needs a home
1.5) Everyone need their own laundry hamper. Clothes belong in one of 3 places. On your body, in the hamper, or put away. There aren't any black socks? Well, hon, toss your socks in while I'm bathing the kids. Because if they aren't in your drawer, or on your feet, that's where they belong. SOME PEOPLE need 2 or 3 hampers. Sports clothes. Other Clothes. Socks. Whites. Drycleaning. Whatever it is that CAN'T just be upended over the machine. ((I'm personally completely averse to 'separating'. I separated clothes to teach my son colors, and that was it. The only separating we do is by person, socks (whites in our case), sheets (which come straight of the bed and go in the machine), and towels (don't get me started on my towel rant).
2) That home needs to make sense (doesn't do any good for laundry to belong in the _____ if it never GETS to the _____)
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3) It's impossible to keep a messy house clean (aka it's REALLY easy to keep a clean house clean, but if I don't get spotless to begin with, it will never get there).
This one is all starred, because it's so basic, most people forget it. How long has it been since every single room of your house was spotless? Actually spotless? Show worthy. Nothing on counters, floors, tabletops. EVERYTHING where it belongs, and everything clean. If you can get your house like that (and for me, doing so is a week long project I do twice a year unless I have a maid, and then it just STAYS spotless, because I don't ever get behind), most people can KEEP their house spotless for several weeks to several months with VERY LITTLE WORK. But if you're just straightening up. Or cleaning one area. My god. The daily drudgery!!! If I start off with a clean cavass... my house (gasp!) stays clean with about 20 minutes of work a day tops IF I'm living in it. If I'm working, that cuts down to 5-10. It's loading the dishwasher, tossing in a load of laundry, and dusting. That's it. 5-10 minutes. Or 20 if I'm SAHM'ing it. BUT... when my house is messy, do you know how long I spend cleaning? HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS. That's the beating back the mess with a stick part.
How do I get behind? I don't have a maid. There's no one to take over if I'm sick or kiddo's sick. There's no one to do the deep cleaning while I catch up from playdates and "YES YOU WILL WEAR CLOTHES TO CLASS" mornings, and cooking mishaps that seem to dirty every dish in the house. When I'm remodeling, the dailies get missed -Sorry, just spent 6 hours on my hands and knees staining the deck, or rototilling, or knocking out drywall. And now I'm going to go wash dishes? No. No I am not. Because my brain will fall out of my ear and hop wetly out the door while I sit in a corner drooling (we don't like it when that happens). When my son wants to snuggle, or go to the river, or catch a movie with me; I find those things to be more important. My priorities (imho) are in the right place. But it means I get behind. And slowly, the getting behind adds up. THEN I'm faced with things known as "The Laundry Situation" or "DogCon 5" or "What the heck happened in here?"
A single room clean is the MOST FRUSTRATING THING ON THE PLANET!!! Because when you move on to the next room, people naturally migrate to the peaceful, good smelling, oasis of cleanliness. And by their presence, mess the durn thing up. PEOPLE!!! I just cleaned in here!!! Don't make me beat you back with my stick!
So don't go balls to walls on a single room. Go balls to walls on the whole durn house. With everyone big enough not to be stepped on helping (get a sitter for the wee ones. Trust me. I'd rather have a sitter for a toddler on a deep clean than for sex. Wait. Since tomorrow I only have to spend 10 minutes cleaning, I might actually have ENERGY for sex. Gasp. Maybe 2 nights of sitters is worth it.
-OR-
Hire a maid. Either drop a couple hundred for a wall to wall cleaning, or budget out a weekly or biweekly C.O.D. gift from god.
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okay... I've gone on. I would have said more, but I'm sure you get the drift. Here's that poem about priorities, though: (btw, certain phrases and lines have been added or removed over the decades. This is a more modern version than the one my grandmother used to sing)
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
and out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
but I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.