Ha! The kids make their father look like Martha Stewart. 

I’ve noticed that my housekeeping standards have continued to decline with each successive kid, but I never quite understood why. I thought it was because four kids are messy and very difficult to keep up with. While that’s certainly part of it, I realized this past week the main reason I always feel ten steps behind.

I’m tired. So very tired.

The kids were at their grandparents’ house all last week and I was home alone. It was amazing — I barely had to do anything at all. Just a quick clean-up here and there, plus I think I only did something like two loads of laundry instead of the usual twenty. It was wonderful to not have to worry nearly as much about the house falling apart.

When the kids arrived home yesterday morning and I started getting back into the routine of getting them breakfast and cleaning up, I realized how much energy I had thanks to my vacation. I also realized how much work four kids, especially four kids who are home all day, really are. Even if I weren’t working at home part-time, it would be a full-time job just to make sure the house is reasonably clean, the yard is mowed, the kids are fed and bathed and that I’ve spent some time with them.

As it is, something has to get less attention, and that usually ends up being anything related to the house. I used to love to try out new recipes and bake cookies, cakes and breads. I bet it has been a good four years since I’ve tried anything new and baking seems to be more like a quarterly event these days. The dusty bookshelves, peeling paint and dust bunnies would have the old me cringing in horror.

However, I agree with whatever adage it is that says I’d rather have a messy house and spend time with my kids than have a spotless house and miss their growing up years. It’s impossible to do everything, so I try to do what I can, with help from the kids, and get to the other stuff when I have extra time. It always gets done eventually. In a dual between housework and paid work, the money wins every time.

So my floors aren’t sparkling, my windows are full of fingerprints and my landscaping needs a major overhaul. I don’t care. Relationships are far too important to spend all my time worrying about those things.

Because before I know it, the kids will be gone, and then I’ll have all the time in the world to keep my house spotless again.

How do you handle housework in your home?

As I handed each of the kids one, Cody said, “Are these babies?” I told him they’re baby chicks. He said, “Well, I’m not going to eat them. They’re babies and I love babies. I don’t want to eat them, I just want to love them.”

There is an open box of blue Peeps next to me, and the reason I know that it’s Cody’s box is because the chicks are uneaten.

Except for the one on the very end whose head has been bitten off.

Either he couldn’t resist having a taste (though this is the kid who consistently takes the red gummy bears out of the bag and refuses to eat them because they’re his “friends”) or, more likely, Logan took a chomp, despite Cody’s urging him not to eat the poor little baby chicks. (I put a damper on that right away. Just because Cody doesn’t want to eat his candy/friends doesn’t mean Logan should feel bad for eating his.)

“I don’t want to eat them, I just want to love them,” he told me again.

Priceless.