You know how it happens, the very week that I make a grand post about how I clean my house…
I was busy. And tired.
And I didn’t do any house cleaning this week.
I usually do it all in a two-hour burst on Mondays to get it out of the way for the week. (I’ve tried to spread it out during the week like other people, but I like to get it over with.)
By Wednesday this week, those things were still on my list: dust, sweep, mop, vacuum, and clean the bathrooms. But wait, it’s not Wednesday, it’s already Thursday! It’s Thursday night! And I’m going to be gone all day Friday, so it’s practically the weekend! And that’s just two days away from my next regularly scheduled house-cleaning appointment.
So what’s a girl to do?
I removed them from my to-do list, completely guilt-free.
It’s not skipping; it’s deliberate project management.
The good news is that things don’t look too bad. My regular housekeeping routine is done most of the time, and I am going to be the only one who notices what didn’t get done this week. Since the laundry and dishes were taken care of and things stayed picked up, everyone remains satisfied.
And I can jump into my weekend plans without feeling behind.
There is freedom in routines. Freedom to know how you are going to purposefully use your day instead of mindlessly drifting from one useless activity to the next one. Freedom to do things easily without worry.
And there is freedom when you abandon your routine for something better, because routines serve you, not the other way around.
(I’ve been thinking a lot about routines lately as I am realizing that most of my teaching moments in my day is about instilling routines into my children. I’m passing down routines and habits, both good and bad, that are going to stay with them for a long time, so I what do I want those routines to be?)