Housekeeping 101
A Tired Woman’s Guide to Basics of Sanity
Housekeeping 101 isn’t just a handbook but a valuable treasure to keep in your mental vault.
Trust me; housekeeping isn’t a joke if you are a woman navigating midlife.
It’s like being caught in a revolving door. While you keep revolting against the door, without realizing you can latch it open to avoid the headache.
Well, there’s no denying life can be menacing like Denis.
History has it; even the gems of gems were tangled in trickery and digressed from being normal humans. (Read woman).
Yet, some creatures have mastered the Art of Housekeeping. Efficiently.
Waking up early, cleaning, mopping, eating, and sleeping.
Repeat the drill.
Phew!
The complexity of the sentence itself creeps me out.
But do we have a choice?
Hell no!
To add injury, if you come from a South Asian community, the window of your choice has a stiff-rusted joint that refuses stubbornly to open.
If you’re struggling with the same phenomena, I have put up a tired woman’s guide to housekeeping to iron out your anxieties.
So, fret not!
Housekeeping isn’t a race to annual increment. You don’t get a day off, even if you strategize a fail-proof modus operandi to get fired. Nope, there is no way out.
So, take a chill pill and run at your pace. There are no bosses to analyze your work performance and pat your back to recommend increments. But if you miss, there would be self-proclaimed bosses to criticize your performance.
Remember, prioritizing your sanity is brevity.
Your family doesn’t want a sulky mom. Also, they don’t want the disappointments of a disorganized home.
It’s your fucking choice to be a sulky mom who provides, or a lighthearted, playful who makes life easier. I always focused on being a sulky provider with a castor-oil-infused face.
Result?
I was a mermaid who sacrificed her hair for the love of her life. Only to realize that the love was unrequited. I lost my hair, voice, tails, fins and IDNETITY.
Remember, if the family loves you, they will embrace your tail, fins, and cacophony with all the weirdness.
Create a robust family story that can be recounted for generations. Your stories will be the prototype for the upcoming generation’s gender revolution.
At its core, housekeeping is an emotionally draining process. And emotions are the core of human existence.
Now do you want to trade your existence with the mortal chores?
Are you ready to get stuck in the labyrinth?
Never. I am not. It fuels my nightmares.
Remember, you are not a cupcake-baking, food-dispensing machine. Be the story writer of the family and change history.
Create a compelling environment to keep douchebags at the threshold. Dedouchifying your home can be a task, like spraying a repellent to keep the mosquitoes and lizzies away.
Unfortunately, we don’t get repellents to dedouchify our homes in the market. How heartwarming that be if Amazon would have had a spray or rub for that.
The only thought exhilarates my heart.
Remember dedouchifying is the skill you can hone after years of housekeeping. Go get it, girl!
Chalk out your value proposition from the start. The message should be loud and clear. No one can ever replace you, even if you are cloned. Period.
Your value proposition is your biggest asset. Keep repeating the value you add. Add a dollop of drama, and tell them if not you, no one can keep their existence in motion. After all you are the co-creator. And it’s okay to sell your value a bit extravagantly.
Remember to get the message across. You are crucial to their existence.
Parting words: Never shy about being true to yourself. Never strive to be a perfect homemaker, because Salvador Dali once said, ‘Have no fear of perfection; you’ll never achieve it.
Housekeeping is all about being inventive and intuitive but mostly about keeping your sanity intact.
It involves taking bold steps, even in your 40s, and being inherently fascinated by everything around you.
Bonus tip- Evolving is the key.
Breathe. Repeat. Let go.
P.S. Well, I am exhausted to bones. So, the guide can be biased against civilization, creator, and fellow humans in some parts.
Bear with me, for heaven’s sake.
