Its late morning and I’ve just settled the boys, one is having quiet time (aka TV hour for toddler) and the other is asleep (boobied baby in the carrier then transferred to the bed – winner!) after a big morning of cleaning.
Sometimes being a mummy at home I don’t feel like I achieve much. There are awesome results – happy, healthy, loved, secure children are budding from my all-important efforts, I get that, but sometimes I don’t SEE results and feel dissatisfaction at the end of the day. At school I saw the projects I completed, at uni I basked in my high achievements and measured my worth on my tangible GPA. Pre-babies, at work I won negotiations, secured new employees, heard lots of positive feedback, received bonuses and saw a great monthly salary go in my bank account.
At home I see lego, wooden blocks, stuffed toys, dinosaurs, musical instruments, sprawled out on the floor, sticky finger marks all over the cupboards, crumbs on the counter, broccoli squashed into the chairs, sauce on the dining room table, hair on the bathroom tiles and mould, eewww, yes mould in the vanity sink.
Not exactly the positive feedback I’m after for all my efforts. Pretty much every day I put away toys, I wipe over the tables, the chairs and the benches, do a quick vacuum the floor and the rugs, and scrub dirty, albeit cute, faces and fingers multiple times in a day but within 5 seconds, it seems non-existent. I do do it, don’t I?
Back to the mould … seriously how did my sink get mould in it? I only cleaned it, umm, mmm, errr, hmmm, a few weeks ago? Maybe in August? Though I can’t actually remember. So, feeling a little despondent after the big kid woke the little kid when the sun wasn’t quite up yet this morn, I really wanted a pick me up – to feel good, pleased with myself, satisfied – what will help? Chocolate – too early. Coffee? I already have an energetic baby, so maybe not … today I chose cleaning.
Sometimes I use the excuse I can’t do thorough cleans having two littlies around all the time. I say to myself , I can only tidy and try keep the mess at bay (kinda). I cant possibly get that comprehensive, spotless, get rid-of-the-mould, type clean happening. But you know what, it’s just an excuse. I can. And I did.
We use natural cleaning products, I have numerous baby carriers, my toddler loves helping, so why can’t I spend a couple of hours cleaning? I just need the motivation.
So with baby on my front, and a spare vacuum handle and head in the toddlers hand, we started vacuuming. Luckily there hadn’t been enough time for the toys to be spread from one end of the house to the other, so we didn’t have to start with a toy pick up! Vacuumed the floors and the rugs singing along the way “this is the way we vacuum the house, vacuum the house, vacuum the house, this is the way we vacuum the house, when we need a pick-me-up”. First round was just me singing along, out of tune, oblivious to the fact that my neighbours were probably laughing at me. Next round toddler caught on and joined in. Vacuuming done. Baby wanted some booby, so while the sink was filling with hot water and floor cleaning gel, I popped a booby out for him. He thankfully drank away as I mopped the kitchen floor. Have a few sneaky peaks at my work along the way. Toddler had disappeared. I found him reading a book on the mat when I moved through the house with my mop (you thought I was going to find him making a mess didn’t you!? – I normally would have!) He wanted to join in again. I grabbed him those cool socks you get when you go to trampoline land that have little non-stick pads on the bottom and popped them on him. I got him the dry mop and he followed me ‘drying’ the floor after I mopped; no slips and no grubby foot prints on my nice clean floor boards. I smile to myself.
Out to the deck for a quick snack and drink when toddler boy claimed he was hungry. (I so didn’t want crumbs on my clean floors!) I’m not normally mess-a-phoic! Back inside to start on the bathrooms. Baby on my back this time so I can get to the bottom of the shower. I was pretty certain it would need a scrub. Toddler enjoyed spraying and wiping over the benches and sink with our natural disinfectant, safe for him to clean with. Bicarb paste removed the brown from my shower floor, while my little koala lay on my back. A spray over the walls and glass of multi-purpose spray, quick scrub and rinse off and we are done. Outside of shower gets a wipe over with our awesome norwex glass and mirror cloth, highly recommend one of these. The sink got a thorough scrubbing and a final spray with mould spray to sit there til later (takes time to actually kill the mould and keep it away with the natural oil of clove). Toilet bowl was the last in here to get a scrub, while toddler read his brothers bath book on the mat.
I grabbed the pile of washing from the basket and pop it into the washing machine then swung baby back to the front and offered some more booby. Massive mummy win. Again smiling to myself, I remember the rose serenity spray. I gave a few sprays, not that I needed to, it already smelt fresh in here and I’m feeling the serenity. The satisfaction of accomplishing something I can see, of getting past the excuses and charging into a job I normally don’t enjoy. Proud of successfully getting the boys involved and essentially wearing them out 😉
Mmmm, I can still smell the linger of the roses, it’s such a divine smell. Now to pack up a picnic and take the boys to the park for the afternoon so I can show off the lovely clean house to hubby when he gets home from work!
Grab yourself some natural cleaning products so your littlies can join in, hold your baby close and safe, and get cleaning. It’s almost like exercise, gets the feel good hormones going, the satisfaction radiating and mummy blues all gone.