High Hopes [a reflection on house and home]

Back before I started this blog, I had tried to get organized (in the most serious of ways). I was trying to do meal planning, was trying to keep the house clean, was trying to just, well, be an adult who gets adult stuff done.
Then I thought of starting a blog, because that would keep me accountable, right?

Except, you see, I also thought that blogging would light a fire under me and force me to do all of those things.
I inwardly hoped (without actually saying it) that blogging would magically turn me into a domestic goddess. 

Ha. Hahaha. Ha.
Oh, that's funny.
Because that's, ha, obviously not the case. I mean, it's not the exact opposite (though it has seemed as such at times!), but any improvements that have happened haven't been because of blogging.
They've been because I finally got so sick and tired of doing what I had been doing (or, not doing).

I always (and I mean always) had hopes of having a perfect house.
It would be clean and shiny, and the kitchen would be great and there would be delicious things in it all the time, and there'd never be clean clothes just hanging out in the dryer, and I would be able to always recall the last time I changed the sheets, and all sorts of random stuff that one thinks of when they think of a "perfect house."
And, if you've been here before, you are probably aware that none of that is true. 
My counters are currently shiny, because I cleaned them today and haven't cooked anything since (though once it's dinner time, they'll no longer be shiny, as I'm still a messy cook). There is nothing delicious in my kitchen right now - unless frozen pizza counts? There aren't actually clean clothes in my dryer, thank goodness, but I still don't always put away everything once the dryer is done. The last time I changed the sheets, though, was last Friday. But the time before that? Uh, no idea - let's not discuss it.

I can do the dishes every day, sure. But I have to force myself to vacuum. I haven't moped in ages. I have piles all over our office, of just stuff that I think I need to have about all the time. And while I mostly cook dinner regularly, I did mention I had frozen pizza, right? And not the good kind, either, but the 1$ kind that never really counts as a meal if you split it for two people.

Nothing in this realm has gone as planned.
I'm not sad about it, nor am I disappointed about it. I just know now that nothing was going to make any of the good home bits happen unless I actually, you know, got off my butt and got it done. There is no magic switch, there is no random creation of motivation no matter how much you're pushed, and there is no overnight change in habit.

The whole thing is still a work in progress. 
I'm better than I used to be, but in no way could I even try and enter the domestic goddess ranks. Which is fine. Maybe, eventually, I'll get there. For now, I'm just going to focus on the basics that I still need to improve on (like vacuuming every week and washing the sheets more than once every few months) and get those to be just as easy as doing the dishes every night.
I mean, what else is there to do?

But, I mean, it'll happen eventually, right?

~ Havok

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