This is a topic that I've been wanting to share and talk about probably ever since I started my blog (and before), and it recently "resurfaced" in my thoughts.
I'm sure there are plenty of people out there that were born with the art of being an "on top of it" homemaker in their blood. And I know there's probably plenty of people out there that don't have one iota of it in their blood and can't figure it out. Me? I was the latter. It wasn't in my blood at all. We grew up in a house that only got cleaned under one of three circumstances: a) Somebody just drove up and got out the their car and they'll want to come in, so QUICK, haul all the laundry off the couch upstairs and pile it on beds, swipe the dirty dishes off the table and over to the piled up counter and scoop all of the toys into a pile. b) Scheduled company - which wasn't often. And then Mom would declare a "clean the house" day and that's all the 7 of us kids and mom did for an entire day and the next day until the guests arrived. I hated it. c) Mom would randomly decide "this Saturday we're going to clean the house" - and that wasn't too often, either.
As we kids got older (unfortunately the older ones got "older" faster and me and the rest of the younger siblings had to oblige to their direction) - and turned into 10 siblings instead of just 7 - things did improve under the direction and guidance of my older sisters who were starting to take charge of things. We swept and washed the floors more often. We even got to the point of washing them at least once a month (living on a farm, once a week couldn't have been too often). Sundays became the day where everyone worked on the dishes after dinner (lunch) and cleaned the kitchen (yeah, I hated that, too), and eventually we all realized that it was just better to wash dishes everyday and would just do it.
Fast forward a year or two, and I was a 19 year old newlywed who didn't know how keep a house beyond doing the dishes, cooking and laundry when it needed done. There was no rhyme or reason. If I didn't have a REASON to clean the living room or bedroom, then it didn't need cleaned! And when we would decide to have company over, oh my, the emotional melt-down and failure feelings because the house was a wreck and an overwhelming mess and that meant that I was a bad housekeeper and Daniel would lovingly reassure me that I was just fine and would usually help (as if my begging and pleading for his help wasn't incentive enough) get things straightened up before the guests arrived.
About 2 years into our marriage, and a little more than a year in our house (we were renting before), the cycle continued. After company would leave, the house would be clean and I liked it. Then eventually it would morph back into a big mess and I would get overwhelmed all over again. My laundry schedule was this: When Daniel went to get dressed in the morning and put on his last whatever, he'd tell me and then I'd do a load of those clothes. And if he forgot to tell me... well, he'd dig the cleanest dirty one out and wear it. I didn't have a cleaning schedule. I didn't know I needed one. But I began to realize that I didn't know how to be a homemaker/housekeeper. And I started to look for help.
To be continued.