A while back, I stumbled upon an intriguing question on a parenting forum where someone asked how to salvage a lace blouse that had been enveloped by a moldy salmon dish. Yes, you read that right: this individual had enjoyed half a plate of salmon lasagna in bed, placed the plate on the floor, draped her blouse over it, and promptly forgotten about it until laundry day. To her surprise, she discovered that black mold had taken root, weaving itself into the delicate fabric.
This scenario feels like a modern-day fable about the pitfalls of vanity, lace, and the perils of disorganization. Personally, I would have been too embarrassed to pose such a question. I would have likely tossed the entire moldy mess into the trash, panicking and contemplating a purging fire in my bedroom. Yet, this woman approached the problem with a calm curiosity—what could help her remove the mold? (Vinegar? Special cleaners? A cleansing fire?)
I empathize with her predicament because I often find myself in similar situations. My own messiness has always been a source of embarrassment. During my single years, I often went months without hosting guests due to my reluctance to tidy up. Even now, after returning from trips, I can leave my suitcase unpacked for weeks, and my sink often resembles a precarious tower of dishes.
This brings me to a deeper question: why is my untidiness a source of shame? The anxiety amplifies when I step out looking disheveled—baggy pants, no bra under my coat, and wild hair. Since becoming a parent, I’ve felt even more pressure to appear as a put-together mom. I don’t want my kids to feel embarrassed by me. So, I’ve learned to mask my chaos: like a well-versed actress, I scour the internet for tips on last-minute cleaning when guests are imminent, often finding out that a quick wipe with Clorox can do wonders.
Interestingly, I don’t think men share the same level of anxiety about their living spaces. My partner, Alex, is not particularly tidy himself. When he was single, he would tackle a major clean-up at the end of the semester but otherwise let things slide. He doesn’t bat an eye if someone drops by to a messy kitchen and often runs out to do errands without worrying about his appearance, which doesn’t seem to indicate any lack of control in his life.
Have you ever come across the book The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up? It’s hard to miss—it has been reviewed by major publications, like the New York Times and Slate, and all reviewers seem to be women, perhaps indicating that men are less concerned with the concept of “magical” tidiness. In fact, the Times recently highlighted how much time men dedicate to cleaning, and the piece was, shall we say, brief. Even when unemployed, men typically invest significantly less time in housekeeping than women—a fact that underscores the traditional expectations placed on women.
Marketing often reinforces these gender norms, suggesting that women are primarily responsible for maintaining a clean home. For instance, while searching for a new highchair recently, I noticed several models advertised with phrases like “easy clean-up for Mom!” It made me wonder, “Where’s Dad in all this?”
I had the pleasure of meeting a mom named Casey, who seems to embody a refreshingly carefree attitude towards cleaning. She juggles a part-time job and spends the rest of her time at home with her kids, engages in a band, and frequently hosts friends for music sessions. Her apartment, like many in New York, was brimming with clutter, toys scattered everywhere. Yet, she was entirely unbothered, casually clearing a space on the couch for me while her children joyfully dove onto the floor.
The only organized item in her home was a beautifully crafted chore wheel on the fridge, meticulously labeled to indicate who was responsible for what tasks each week. It hadn’t been updated in years, perhaps since 2010.
This experience was liberating. While it’s essential for partners to share household responsibilities and maintain basic hygiene for health reasons, what if we also chose to simply let go of the pressure? Let’s prioritize adventures, music gigs, and quality time with family over a perfectly tidy home. Embrace the chaos, even if it means navigating through a “plastic hellscape” of toys. And if you find yourself in a situation where black mold does creep into your belongings, just remember: OxiClean exists for a reason.
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In summary, it’s time to embrace the messiness of life without the burden of shame. By letting go of perfection, we can focus on what truly matters—enjoying our families and experiences, no matter the state of our homes.