Spring cleaning has never really been my jam.
Okay, okay, let me just keep it real here. Cleaning, regardless of the season, has never really been my jam. It’s tedious, and exhausting, and time consuming, and gross.
I get easily distracted by shiny things, I am allergic to most cleaning products, and I like hanging with The Dudes so much more.
If I could pay for one domestic related service forever and always, I would hire a team of cleaning specialists to come in every day and handle that.
Then I’d have free time to like, spend my spring break laying on the couch surrounded by Dudes while we watch the entire Harry Potter series in one sitting getting ahead on some work projects and preparing delicious, nutritious dinners for the Dudes.
No, scratch that last part. I’d ensure my cleaning specialists included a cook who would make delicious, nutritious dinners for my family. Because I don’t really like doing that every day either.
In case it’s not apparent at this point, it’s safe to say that I’m very non-domestic. I’m comfortable admitting that.
What I am is someone who enjoys doing interesting, productive, engaging things with my children. I like reading books, and watching them ride bikes, and going on very short walks with our very lazy dog. I like beating them in Monopoly, and baking them cookies, and watching Harry Potter back to back to back during spring thunderstorms. I like dancing in the kitchen, and playing baseball in the yard, and watching out the window while they shoot hoops with all of the kids from the neighborhood.
I know life can’t be made up of only those things, but I want it to be mostly.
And I want a cleaning-cooking-magic-making team of specialists to make that happen.
Fantasizing is not a crime.
But, I also know that for the entire foreseeable future, I have to figure out food for my family and the cleaning of my own house, including the massive type of clean out, reorganizing that people like to do when spring hits.
If you read my blog regularly (READ MY BLOG REGULARLY), you know that I buckled down and focused on organizing The Dudes’ playroom this week.
It was a cluttered, disorganized mess.
Here is my playroom before…
And here is my playroom after…
I love flowers.
And then, I bought some new flowers and got distracted by my closet.
Because it’s spring and I’m working on a bunch of fashion-y things so I need my closet transitioned before I go nuts shopping for all of the cute spring things.
I tried on a bunch of shoes. And got rid of two pairs of jeans. And, put all of my leggings in a bag. Let me just start with the photos.
Here is my closet before…
Annnnd, here is my closet after…
Doors are magical things.
I tried. (In my defense, it was too much. No one can manage that in a single afternoon.)
And then I got distracted by iZombie.
It’s a pretty good show. At least four hundred times more exciting than organizing my playroom or my closet or anything in my house.
I sat on my couch and watched it until it was time to go to the bus stop and meet my boys (who are plenty old enough to walk home without me, I just meet them because I can.).
After all of my really-dedicated-and-totally-hardcore-attempts to spring clean and get organized I’ve come to the realization that, I am happier if I don’t stress about doing those things. I don’t need an expertly organized house to be happy. I don’t need a pulled together playroom (I don’t go in it anyway), or a spring ready closet (I am happy to just buy new things), or every little thing to be totally in place.
All I need is this…
And, Harry Potter.
Note to Mom: I cleaned the bathrooms and vacuumed upstairs and mopped most of my first floor before the iZombie thing. I might even fold laundry later.
For real organizing tips (and cool Spring Challenge) from someone who knows her stuff, check out Happy Mama, Sharon, Mom of 6. So many great tips and tricks and ideas for getting your life in order!