I come from a line of un-domesticated women. I am not ashamed. The first time I did my own laundry I was 22 years old and living at off campus housing. I made the laundry room look like a foam party. I was very ashamed. Now I am a mother, wife and complete adult and I just learned that there are different types of brooms. There are wide angle brooms, witch type of brooms, the type of brooms that look like a big piece of cloth, some come with plastic handles while others have wooden handles. The struggle to choose the right broom is real. I have also learned that grout has to be scrubbed, like you have a tiled kitchen or bathroom you have to get on your hands and knees like Cinderella to scrub the grout on the floor. Hands and knees! I have youtubed how to clean a bathtub, how to maintain wooden floors and finally, how to wash clothes sans foam party. In turn my cleaning adventures have led my entire family to take a shower at my mother’s house for 3 days because I put way too much soap in the bathtub and I couldn’t really finish because I am allergic to the cleaning products and not only were my eyes kind of on fire but my fingers became super swollen. Like, nutty professor swollen. I have used the wrong cleaner for wooden floors where my living room was more like an obstacle course, everyone was slipping and sliding everywhere (Whoops!). I have turned white clothes gray, shrunken (many) sweaters and have completely given up on figuring out where the F all the socks go. WHERE ARE THEY?!
I have broken down and cried for feeling less than because of my domestic handicaps but F that. So I’m not domestic and have to google how to clean, so what? It’s not my thing and not only that but I’m allergic to cleaning products. AMEN! I believe in signs and I believe that my series of unfortunate domestic events have all been sweet baby Jesus’s way of telling me that I need a weekly maid service desperately. I am not ashamed.