I can’t clean the house enough to save my life. I have always acknowledged that, because back when I had this illusion that I could keep a house spic and span I almost collapsed from over exhaustion.
I did try a few times, without help from other humans, to maintain a house for myself and an 8 year old boy (who is now 16), but I felt I had to be armed to the teeth for a task such as keeping house. Ace Hardware became one of my favorite haunts where I picked up lint brushes and pails and a microfiber mop. I went for high-grade cleaning liquids that smelled like jasmine.
But being a new single mom at the time I hid the inborn laziness behind a working mom’s façade and chalked up another lazy day as a “rest day.” The house didn’t stink but it wasn’t pristine either. As long as there were no toys to trip on the floor, I was content.