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I’ve Had Enough of Playing Housekeeper, So I’m Hiring Someone!
It’s happening again. My home is spotless. I finally took the time to organize everything, scrub every corner, and for a brief moment, it shines like a diamond. The air is filled with a synthetic version of what the rainforest might smell like. We can lounge on the couch without accumulating enough dog hair to create a small pet. Everyone heads to bed on freshly made sheets, all snuggled in clean pajamas.
And all of this comes at the expense of my day spent plopping my kids in front of the TV, sacrificing my free time for days on end, and possibly losing an entire weekend in the process. The best part? I have two little ones, and by the time morning rolls around, it’s like a tornado hit the place. It can drive anyone to retreat into a world of sweatpants and binge-watching.
Nobody really admits to choosing the life of a homemaker these days. I didn’t sign up to be the house’s caretaker; I opted to be a stay-at-home mom. The title has changed, but the responsibilities have only multiplied. My job isn’t just to keep the house tidy; it’s about preparing healthy meals that require a mountain of chopping, playing with my kids, and savoring every moment because they grow up so fast yet seem to take their sweet time at the same time.
You know why women in the 1950s had immaculate homes? Because they weren’t juggling a million responsibilities. They could slap together a casserole and call it dinner while their kids entertained themselves outdoors. And sure, there’s the issue of patriarchy, but that’s a discussion for another day.
I’m not one to thrive in a chaotic environment. My home is often in disarray, but my mental state deteriorates alongside it. By the time I manage to get everything cleaned up, I’m utterly drained and can only relax for what feels like eight minutes.
So, I’m making a decision. It’s time. I should have done this ages ago. I’m hiring a housekeeper. Oh, you bet I am!
I want to be a mom. I want to whip up nutritious meals for my family. I want to squeeze in time for myself, like exercising so I don’t turn into a couch potato in my 40s. Maybe even take a shower? But it all takes a backseat to the upkeep of our home, and I’m done prioritizing everything else over my own well-being—especially when some of those important things are just taking care of myself.
Every two weeks, someone will come in to dust, mop, scrub, and clean my home. Someone other than me will do the heavy lifting. Sure, I’ll still handle the daily chores, but without the anxiety of tackling those larger tasks looming over my head.
I’ve contemplated this decision countless times, but I always hesitate. It feels frivolous to spend money on chores I could technically do myself. But here’s the reality: I’m not doing them. And the likelihood of my habits changing tomorrow is pretty slim. Yet, my daily life could improve significantly if I’m not constantly reminded that I should be sorting laundry instead of enjoying time with my kids or working on things I actually love.
We may not be rolling in dough, but I can make this work by cutting back in other areas and sticking to a tighter budget. I will make it happen.
With all the pressure we women put on ourselves and each other to be “on” 24/7, something has to give. I’m tired of that something being my health and happiness sacrificed at the altar of cleaning supplies.
I refuse to feel guilty. I refuse to feel ashamed. I’ll only feel ecstatic knowing I have extra time in my days to do whatever I want (hint: it’s definitely not dusting).
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In summary, I’m done being the stay-at-home maid. I’m hiring a housekeeper so I can focus on being a mom and taking care of myself. It’s time to prioritize my health and happiness without guilt.