Despite having four energetic boys who leave a trail of chaos—think mud, errant pee, and the occasional booger on the wall—my home is generally in order. Even in what I consider a mess, my house still looks tidier than what most would describe as cluttered. To me, a “mess” involves a few dirty dishes in the sink, a small stack of mail on the counter, or my kids’ backpacks and shoes strewn about the living room.
Because of this, people often jump to the conclusion that I have everything in my life perfectly organized. They assume that my orderly home signifies some sort of extraordinary talent for managing every aspect of life. When friends visit for the first time, they usually express with a hint of envy, “I wish I could keep my space this clean.” I can almost hear their inner critique, that nagging voice telling them they’re not good enough, echoing societal pressures we all face.
What I really want to convey is that my home isn’t clean because I excel in life-management skills; rather, it’s my intense desire for cleanliness that often leads me to neglect other significant areas of my life. And frankly, that’s tough to admit. I feel a deep need for cleanliness—when things are messy, I become irritable and distracted until I can restore order. A tidy space brings me joy, but the effort it demands comes at a cost.
Balancing my domestic aspirations with everyday responsibilities means I often find myself burning the midnight oil, staring at my computer screen to meet work deadlines that slipped away while I was scrubbing floors and tackling laundry. I frequently have to decline my children’s requests to play because my urge to finish chores takes precedence.
I don’t fully understand why I am this way, but I often feel trapped by my inability to let things go. I would love to spend an evening playing catch in the backyard or taking a peaceful stroll, but I can’t relax until the kitchen is spotless after dinner. By the time I finally tackle the dishes, it’s already homework and bath time. I’ve even been late to appointments because I couldn’t leave the house with laundry piled up or sticky floors.
So yes, while my home is clean and often looks great, the reality behind the bleach scent and tidy surfaces is that I wish I could be more laid-back, even just a little. I wish I could be like those friends who admire my home while feeling inadequate about their own. It troubles me that anyone feels less than when stepping into my neat space and comparing it to their own.
We often judge ourselves harshly based on surface appearances, assuming others have it all together. But what we see is just the tip of the iceberg. The person posting glamorous vacation photos could be struggling with debt. The seemingly fit friend might be battling unhealthy eating habits. The perfectly happy couple you see online might be facing serious relationship challenges. We can’t truly know someone’s entire story by glimpsing a single chapter.
So, if you come to my home and find it tidier than yours, remember this: While I was busy cleaning, you were likely enjoying precious moments with your loved ones—something I sometimes sacrifice. Ask yourself what truly matters more: freshly washed curtains or demonstrating a healthy work/life balance to your children?
Don’t envy others. Don’t feel less competent. Just take a moment to set aside that pile of laundry or those dirty dishes and go make memories with your kids instead.
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Summary:
In this reflective piece, Jenna Collins discusses the pressures of maintaining a clean home while juggling family life. She emphasizes that the appearance of order can mask the struggles behind it, urging readers to prioritize time with loved ones over perfection. The article encourages readers to let go of envy and embrace their unique circumstances.