My vacuum has taken up permanent residence in the corner of my dining room. I no longer bother to carefully wind up the cord and tuck it away in the hall closet just a few feet away. Instead, it sits in the no-longer-bare corner, cord in a tangled pile, at the ready. Why?

Because I have a daily storm that passes through called a toddler. She breezes in each morning, leaving Cheerios dust in her wake. By afternoon, the floors are covered in layers of toys, paper, cracker crumbs and debris picked up from walks outside. Add to that the pile of laundry to be folded and the bathroom I’ve been neglecting, and it can be hard to keep up.

This girl rules the roost.

We spend our days working and caring for our kids, and the last thing we want to do is scrub down the house after they are in bed. Weekends are much more valuably spent together as a family, rather than in the basement with the washer and dryer. I’d rather hold my girl than hold a mop.

A year ago I was fighting this same battle, and looking for a way to stay on top of the situation. While it’s been easier to maintain a certain level of cleanliness now that the newborn days are behind us, I by no means have found the magic solution. I admire those of you that can spring for the occasional cleaning service to come in; it’s just not in our budget. So for now, I focus on decluttering after my tiny toddler tornado has gone dormant for the evening, and pulling that machine out of its corner and vacuuming our most-used areas as needed, even if it’s multiple quick passes throughout the day.

The dust bunnies are still here, and nothing is as clean as it probably should be, but you know what, I really don’t care. And I’m pretty sure, neither does Nora. There will always be time for keeping house; today, I’m creating a home.

 

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