Evening Spruce

Every night after I wrangle Edith into bed, I do the following chores:

  • Pick up the bathroom, rinse out the tub, put Edith’s clothes in the laundry room
  • Clean up the kitchen, wipe down the table and high chairs, load/unload the dishwasher, wipe off the counters, vacuum the crumbs up
  • Pick up all the shit in the living room and toss it into the playpen
  • Pick up all the shit in the hall and toss it into the playroom, pick up the playroom and put all the toys and books away
  • Dustbust the playroom where all the snack crumbs have gathered, wipe down the shelves if necessary
  • Spot clean the sticky spots up and down the hall and living room floors
  • Take out the trash and/or recycling if necessary; otherwise toss Edith’s diaper can trash bag into the garage
  • On Friday nights, I clean out the stroller and spray down and scrub the seat

It occurs to me that probably most people in my position would not bother with all this, but I just feel like doing this quick spruce on a nightly basis keeps the house from becoming overwhelmingly disgusting in between biweekly cleanings. It takes 20-45 minutes depending on how bad it’s gotten, and I listen to a podcast and make a game out of how fast I can do it.

This is the sort of thing where sometimes I think if I were married, I might not come out of the bedroom at night completely exhausted and then also have to do all this, too. But then I remember that I probably actually would still, if going by the married couples I know is any indication, and this way at least I don’t have to suppress my resentment while I do it. It’s really not that bad, and can at times be contemplative in its way.

6 Comments

  1. Zandy says:

    It would absolutely be worse if you had a partner.

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    1. Elizabeth says:

      Thank you for validating my life choices. (This is sincere.)

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      1. Zandy says:

        The thing that divorced moms of multiples all say (there are a bunch in our group) is that once their spouse was gone, everything was easier, because they genuinely stopped hoping that person would help. Because they never helped.

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        1. Elizabeth says:

          Yeah, I know it’s different but this was my experience with roommates as well. It’s actually easier to do everything yourself than to do 75% of everything yourself and manage your resentment at someone else doing 25% while believing they are doing 50%.

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          1. Elizabeth says:

            (My roommates would very much disagree that this was ever the situation, and they might well be right!)

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          2. Zandy says:

            Yep, it’s the exact same thing.

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