I just went down into my basement looking for, god only knows what, as since I have had my kids I seem to need a note to go from point A to point B and bring what I was looking for back. I also seem to need a note for when I get back with the item to tell my what the hell I needed it for. But I digress.
So back to my basement and some back story. We have a large basement, about 1600 sq. ft. In our infinite wisdom, we decided to make it kid friendly when the kids were about 3. Guess what-kids don’t really like basements! No matter how we tempted them down there it wasn’t happening. So I gave up. Not worth the fight. At age 6 we thought, “Hey. they are getting older, lets pimp it out and make it a place they want to be in”. $1300 dollars in Ikea, paint and a whole lot of swearing and we make this awesome play room….guess what? Kids don’t like basements.
So it has become my mission to take back my upper level and get them into the play room. I had it beautifully set up, stations everywhere. A child’s dream. I even sorted the little Barbie Clothes, Shopkins and the dreaded damn Lego.
Keep in mind that my husband works about 60 hours a week, I work about 45 and the kids are in extra curricular activities-basically we are your average family that goes mock 4. What I am getting at here is, apparently that if Mom isn’t the supervisor, the definition of clean looks like the above picture! And that is just one area.
Guess what-I am not perfect.
We have a junk drawer and apparently now a basement that looks like Toys R Us threw up in. What I would love to do is take a shovel and throw it all out, but let’s get real, there is only so much I can sneak out and donate before they catch on. So on a free day we will go back down to the basement and clean it. But if you came over and saw it, I don’t care. It isn’t something that makes me ashamed. I would rather create memories for them of time together.
My upper level is kept clean. The 6 year olds do chores and are even capable of starting their own laundry, so for the haters-bite me! The basement will get clean—eventually. In a fast paced world of two working families and an education system that is broken,, which means I get to help teach topics—-whole other rant—, it will get done, there will be other days. But for now, I suggest that if you need to use or get anything from my basement, wear work boots and keep your opinions to yourself. Unless of course you have unlimited free time and feel like cleaning it up!