As someone who often prides herself on being organized, I usually feel quite in control of my surroundings. With ample time to tackle everyday tasks, I don’t seek praise for my efforts. However, it only took a brief visit to a child-free home to ignite a wave of self-doubt in me.
Last month, my family and I took a weekend getaway to a picturesque mountain retreat. After a day filled with skiing, we stayed with a delightful couple, Max and Lily, who have no children. It took mere moments upon entering their home for me to feel a pang of insecurity. Every item was perfectly arranged, and the atmosphere was serene—a stark contrast to our lively household. Their conversations were soft and measured, while ours were anything but. Their refrigerator resembled a pristine display, with fresh produce standing proudly, waiting to be transformed into a nutritious meal, accompanied by thoughtful dialogue—no ketchup in sight, no complaints echoing off the walls.
I considered myself fortunate that our kids were blissfully tired from a long day on the slopes, ensuring a relatively calm evening. We enjoyed a peaceful dinner without any major disruptions, followed by a cozy night of watching reruns of The Office. Everyone was content! As we cuddled on their spotless couch at just 8:30 p.m., I couldn’t help but imagine how chaotic our own home would be on a typical weeknight.
On our drive back, I was overwhelmed by thoughts of cleanliness! I envisioned sanitizing our fridge—oh, but wait! Shouldn’t I detail my car first? Then I began to contemplate a complete purge of our belongings. Should I involve the kids in that plan? The idea was tempting!
Upon arriving home, I was acutely aware of the disorder surrounding me. The Christmas garland still clung to our door as February neared its end, and a broken decorative plate sat next to the ice melt bag, making it seem as if we were part of an elaborate Christmas crime scene, thrust into a new life in witness protection.
Inside, dishes towered in the sink, and laundry lay forgotten and rotting in the basket. Both a glittering red Christmas tree and a heart-shaped Valentine’s decoration were visible in the same space. At least I maintain a festive aesthetic year-round, right?
In a burst of motivation, I quickly drafted a to-do list for the family, hoping to rally everyone into restoring order in our chaotic abode. “Ten-hut!” I barked, only to realize I was barking orders instead of encouraging the kids to simply go outside and play. I felt the dynamics shift, sensing the faint undertones of Annie’s “It’s the Hard Knock Life” playing in the background.
I paused, reflecting on the past few years spent trying to loosen my rigid need for perfection. I recognized that this perceived chaos was my personal challenge. I also noticed the collective weight of discontent from my family. So, I decided to free them from their chores and reassess our priorities.
While I find joy in organization and tranquility, I have made a conscious effort not to impose these ideals on my family. My kids are just that—kids. We function better without the burden of striving for perfection. I’ve been working hard to combat my instinct for order (there’s still room for improvement). I need to shift my focus toward appreciating the noise, life, and chaos, allowing myself to let go—just a bit more.
In the meantime, I carve out moments each day to embrace solitude. When my family isn’t around, I cherish the quiet. I tidy up the house and take pride in what little I can control, even if only for a short while. When I glance around and see disorder, it signifies that I’ve given myself permission to live fully, beyond being just a mother and a housekeeper.
Did I spend a good portion of that day restoring order? Absolutely! My car is now free from crumbs, stray clothes, and assorted papers. My fridge is devoid of moldy leftovers, and I owe the inspiration for this to Max and Lily! Yet, the bedrooms remain untidy, and the laundry is still unfolded. The Christmas garland will have to wait for another day—or even a week. One day, the kids will grow up and leave, and I know I’ll miss the mess, the laughter, and the delightful chaos. For now, I’ll continue to balance the worlds of organization and disorder.
And speaking of balance, does anyone happen to have a red glitter shamrock I could borrow? St. Patrick’s Day is just around the corner, and I promise to return it by September!
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Summary
Marissa reflects on her visit to a child-free home, realizing the beauty of a chaotic family life. She learns to appreciate the noise and disarray that comes with raising children, recognizing that striving for perfection can hinder family happiness. Ultimately, she embraces the imperfections and treasures the moments of chaos that define her lived-in home.