The past month or so has been filled with holidays, birthdays, parties, and more time spent inside, because it's chilly out there. And that means a massive mess in my house at all times.
If you're like me, you've lived in the moment and tried not to sweat the small stuff. And by that, I mean I wasn't on my kids to clean up after themselves every second, I didn't have time to worry if I vacuumed on the regular, and there was no room for cleaning out closets to make room for more things.
"We can worry about that stuff later," I said
There are days when a mom desperately needs to rest her eyes and look at stark walls and floors
She wants to put her hand on a doorknob or appliance handle without feeling a mystery substance. She gets a surge of energy that gives her the strength of 10 men and feels as though she could scrub paint off the damn walls.
Dirt be damned, because after "letting things go" and thinking "it's fine, it will be fine" for months, it all catches up to a woman — and she is about to blow.
Moms can only take so much until we realize that trying out a more laid-back persona, in hopes other family members might step up and help, doesn't work. Not even a little. Instead they think, if Mom isn't riding my ass about this, I don't have to do anything and I love my life.
Before we know it, we are armed with Magic Erasers and Pledge, and we aren't afraid to use them both on every surface. Then our family stands back. They know what our rage-cleaning face looks like, but apparently it's not scary enough to make them help out and actually clean up some crap.
It always fascinates me how my family wonders why this happens
Why they are mystified how dirt, grime, and clutter that hangs around while everyone ignores it can lead me to throw a temper tantrum with the feather duster?
I'm beginning to think they'd rather endure my half day of threatening to get rid of everything in their rooms and never buy them another thing for the rest of their lives than actually start to pick up after themselves everday. Perhaps someday, I'll actually follow through and toss it all. But after a good rage-clean, I feel like a new woman and extend my apologies for my behavior. And the vicious cycle continues.
This is why moms will always rage-clean until the end of time.
