As I am getting more familiar with the blogosphere and reading more posts from mommy bloggers, I have realized something.
Maybe I work full-time because I could not be a stay-at-home mom.
I’m just no domestic diva material.
Fact: I outsource chores as much as I can.
I barely cook because I hate doing the dishes. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I hate that my hands get dry, that the counter gets crowded with drying dishes, I hate that it takes so much time. I would otherwise enjoy it very much — and when I do it’s usually because someone else is cleaning. But for the most part? My husband enjoys take-out even more than I do.
Note — I’ve been making my own baby food but that’s merely because I’m cheap and concerned about what my baby eats. This task is nothing but the exception to the rule.
We outsource the cleaning of our house to professionals once a week. My husband and I work very hard and enjoy very little down time together as a family. It is therefore a privilege we are not ashamed of.
There is nothing like a clean house from top to bottom. Even if it lasts just a couple of hours.
My fancy Dyson vacuum, a gift from my husband for Christmas (in his defense, totally my idea), is my only motivation to do “some” housework over the week-end.
And my true motivation for using it — beside clearing the hardwood floors off the dog’s hair and … mine — is that my son finds it absolutely hilarious.
Especially when the dog chases us back. (If you have found a way to vacuum in the presence of a toddler without having to carry him on your hip, I’m interested)
I don’t even iron my own clothes, I outsource that too.
Dry cleaning? I don’t like it. I don’t trust they actually read care instructions labels on clothes (ask my husband about his Irish lambswool sweater), I think it’s expensive and it does not even look that great. I can iron a shirt much better than a dry cleaner’s press can. But I’m happy to delegate.
And I won’t even talk about the impact of dry cleaners on the environment…
No, really, I’d rather have my own personal helper at home once a week. And the laundry? I time it accordingly so that the baby’s clothes are put away just before the week-end starts. It’s been a huge help.
I can’t even get myself to drive my car through the car wash once a month. Not that I really care but — it must be a guy thing – my husband does care a lot.
You will never see him wash our cars with the garden hose, no! We get our cars washed at the auto spa. I think it’s a waste of money. I’m happy to oblige if that makes him happy.
While I feel so lucky to have a husband who loves chores that involve running errands, I can’t help but suspect he’s fleeing the house to avoid baby chores.
When the timing allows, I task my husband with going grocery shopping. I hand him a list, my credit card with a budget number he cannot exceed. If he does, he is to use his credit card for the difference… And you would too if you saw how much junk food necessities he can find that were not on the list!
I will admit something. But don’t judge me.
My son is about to join a home day care (just a few weeks to go with the nanny share!) where the provider cooks homemade lunches for the children. And all I can think of is how relieved am that I don’t need to worry about making my son’s lunch anymore.
In fact the caregiver even provides breakfast and dinner, so theoretically, I could save myself a lot more food making!
We all dread some chores… right? So what are yours?