DP and I have a four-children household, with one on the way - our first together. We have a four-bedroom home with no spare rooms nor study to hide paperwork, no utility to dry laundry, minimal storage. We are bursting at the seams somewhat, but do plan to extend the house in time. But the house is just part of the problem.
We have too much stuff - two households combined - and, both working full-time and with four kids in the equation (three of them especially messy), just never seem to get on top of reducing/tidying it. I've never been brilliantly tidy - I used to blitz my bedroom as a child and then let the chaos gradually accumulate again until I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I'd have another big satisfying tidy-up. I'm about the same now - a bit of a "messy creative" (that could be a shit excuse!). DP is naturally messy, and seems to notice day-to-day clutter build-up even less than I do - stuff left on the table/sofa, aired laundry waiting to be put away, piles of his paperwork on the side table in the lounge ... until we're all tripping over stuff and the lounge looks like a dump/laundry drying room and everyone's grumpy with it. Even then, he'll usually need reminding to start doing something about it. He has a "shelf of shit" in the hall, at eye level, with just all sorts on it, all sorts of crap - mail mixed in with tools and cables and the kids' stuff - and it's the first thing you see when you come in the door.
I've set up systems - allocated named shelves for everyone's shoes in the porch, for example, and yet his and the kids' shoes just lie around the place. It's instant chaos from the moment you walk in the door! No systems get stuck to.
I feel we're screwed from all angles: too much stuff; not enough storage for what we do need; not enough time to really, thoroughly declutter/clear up; little natural awareness of mess build-up until it's reached disaster point; four children contributing to the mess; not naturally tidy; too messy to clean often/thoroughly enough; crap at daily routines - we just forget, and then find ourselves looking at the dirty dishes/unswept floor the next day; useless at following systems when we I set them up. We're not quite the hoarder next-door, but I worry about getting that way! It's like the blind leading the blind.
Because it bothers me more than DP, I tend to feel more stressed/embarrassed by it. I rarely want any of our friends over anymore (well, I do, but not in this state), whereas DP will invite people in impromptu - and I immediately feel embarrassed. When we do have our friends over, planned, we spend a few hours tidying up together beforehand and getting snappy at each other doing it. When I have a spare window, I'm the one who'll attack the lounge or the kitchen for three hours, clearing everyone's crap out (including mine), vacuuming and dusting, and everyone says how lovely it is afterwards - and two days later, you can't even tell I did it! It's so demotivating. So now I feel very much that I not only absolutely hate the feel of my messy home, but also, what's the point my even doing anything about it? It's becoming overwhelming and isolating.
I have several decluttering books. I've looked at Fly Lady - there's no way that's going to work in our house! I've done the Konmari method on my clothes with some success. I get all the theory, but the reality seems to me that with one person leading on it in a household of six who are all messy and aren't really that bothered, it just isn't possible to get cleared up in the first place, and to stay that way by getting everyone on board with a daily clean-up routine.
And on principle, I refuse to be the traditional housewife figure who does 90% of it (I can't anyway because I work); when I get so desperate that I tackle it on my own, I just end up feeling resentful afterwards. But if I don't, we have the status quo - nothing changes.
But it just makes me so miserable.
DS has a friend over this morning - hearteningly, other kids seem to love coming over! - and when his mum dropped him off, she just strolled in.
I was hoping to keep her on the doorstep! I just felt so ashamed of the state of the place. I could see her looking around weighing it all up - dirty dishes in the sink and backing up on the worktop, unwiped table covered with paperwork, shoes around the floor, hall floor piled with stuff (jumble to go out, a baby buggy to find a home for, the Hoover, which has no home). Awful.
I have just gone on maternity leave - we now have baby stuff thrown into the mix as well. I'm worried baby arriving will be the tipping point into hoarder next-door doom - or worse than that, PND; I don't want to stare at this chaos day in, day out for months. I'm already getting anxious about the likely stream of visitors after the birth, and the place being such a shameful mess. How on earth, in our circumstances and with our seemingly natural messiness, do we ever turn this situation around? I just can't do it all on my own, and with a small baby - it's a massive undertaking - and I would end up hating them all if I did anyway
, but I can't make the rest of the household address the state of the house and commit to a new keeping-on-top-of-it routine, can I? What's the answer?
(Sorry this is so long - I didn't realise just how much I needed to get all this off my chest!
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