I've finally done it! I've given up on housework! And caring!
Not entirely, of course. I don't want my kids touching a filthy toilet seat or eating out of an overflowing garbage can. This isn't Hoarders or anything close. But sometimes the dishes sit in the sink overnight (those darned ants love that--but give me a break, our whole neighborhood is under attack) and often I let the floors go unswept for a week. It lends itself to a fun game called "what's Jude eating now?"
I've certainly allowed myself to become more lax about picking up toys all day long or even caring that Kid A's room has books strewn across the floor. And I didn't get mad when I nearly slipped on one when checking on him last night in his bed.
It feel SO good to surrender, really it does. We spend so much of our lives fighting for things to be orderly, perfect, under control. That applies to our homes, our kids, our appearance, our thoughts. And in that fight, we really don't enjoy our lives very much, do we?
So next time you have a big event planned, hang out that white flag. You may just enjoy yourself! Or maybe someone will just think you've lost your mind and use it to slap you back into reality.