My House is a Mess and I’m Not Sorry

Sorry for the break last week, readers. I was planning on writing about the Fryeburg Fair, but ended up having too much fun with my family to stop and force everyone to take pictures. 


I recently spent two hours detail cleaning my living room while my daughter was napping. I swept, vacuumed, scrubbed milk splatter stains off the couch, organized all the toys in their bins, and threw away any mostly destroyed dog toys. This may not sound like a lot, but it took two hours because even when Zoey is sleeping, her reign of destruction is unending. When I was done, the living room looked great. I was proud of myself. Then Zoey woke up. 20 minutes later the living room looked even worse (if that’s possible to imagine) than it did before.

So I give up. The house is messy and I’m not sorry. When people come over, you won’t hear a “Sorry for the mess,” from me. The only time I have to clean is when Zoey is sleeping. She takes one two hour nap in the morning and an hour long nap in the afternoon.That’s roughly three hours per day I have to clean the house and be domestic. That sounds like a lot of time, but keep in mind that it’s also the only time I have every day to do the eight million other things I need to do. Write this blog post – nap time. Work on gifts for Christmas – nap time. Work out – nap time. Read – nap time. Make grocery lists – nap time. And so on.  Some people might say that I could clean up once she goes to bed, but once she goes down for the night, the last thing I’m interested in doing is tidying up.

When Zoey is awake, I’m way too busy teaching her to make animal sounds, build towers, and encouraging her to walk to worry about whether or not she left her books on the floor.

So if you come to visit, excuse the throw pillows and Zoey toys covering the floor. Shove aside that pile of library books and have a seat. It might be messy in here, but there’s no way I’m missing baby dance time to clean up.

Becky Duquette

About Becky Duquette

Becky is a stay at home mom to Zoey, her family's pack of dogs, and several cats who is rediscovering what it means to be a Mainer.