I’m not joking when I say you can’t come to my house. This isn’t a playful excuse like “Oh no, my throw pillows are out of place” or “Oops, there are toys scattered everywhere” (although both of those are true). I’m not obsessively cleaning, nor do I suffer from a severe case of OCD or anxiety that would make me fear judgment for a few dirty dishes (and yes, there are dishes sitting in the sink). It’s just that my home is an absolute disaster zone, and I really don’t want you to witness it. I can guarantee you’d be shocked—so much so that only my mom has stepped inside in nearly a year.
Let me clarify: my house is chaotic, but it’s not filthy. You won’t find roaches or leftover food. I keep the dirty dishes neatly stacked by the sink (thank you very much), and we keep the garbage under control. The laundry? It may not always make it into drawers, but at least it’s clean and in baskets. Thanks to my husband for helping out with those two things.
Embracing the Chaos
Now, onto the chaos. For example, you would think it’s December year-round in my house. We’ve left the Christmas decorations up for months (don’t judge!). The tree is adorned, the ornaments are gathering dust, and the nativity scene is scattered throughout the living room. I’ve decided to leave the decorations up until they become relevant again. When I told my kids we’d only be putting up a tree this year, they nodded in agreement—when your child supports your mess, you know it’s bad.
Since we’ve dedicated the front of the house to their playroom, it’s turned into a toy graveyard. We even sacrificed our formal dining room to create this space, but surprise! It’s knee-deep in toys that my hoarder husband refuses to let go of. Our living room is now spilling over with toys too, and it’s a hassle to navigate. Add to that the usual clutter: stuff piled on tables, craft supplies left out, and laundry baskets everywhere. My bedroom has a mountain of clothes on top of the dog crate that I’ve ignored for far too long.
The Daunting Thought of Visitors
When you live in such disarray, allowing people into your space becomes a daunting thought. I can already hear the judgmental whispers: “Why doesn’t she just clean it up?” I truly don’t have the time. My husband works full-time and comes home exhausted, while I’m juggling educating our kids and working from home. My days start at 5 a.m. and don’t end until I collapse into bed, leaving little room for cleaning, no matter how much I want to.
Sure, I could sacrifice sleep to tackle the mess, but I’d rather spend my fleeting free time with my kids. When December rolls around, I’ll finally make time to clean up. I have it marked on the calendar: one day to reclaim our space. Until then, my house remains a mess, and I kindly ask you not to come in. It can be isolating, but thankfully my mom is understanding. A few close friends, who won’t judge, can still visit, but for everyone else—please, let the packages from Amazon be left at the doorstep.
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In Summary
In summary, my house is a disaster, but it’s a managed chaos. The mess will have to wait while I focus on what truly matters—my family and career.
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