A confession: I hate housework.
I get no joy from making floors sparkle, or from a sock drawer that is arranged by color story, and don’t even get me started on the puzzling degree of laundry room porn that keeps popping up on my Pinterest feed.
Seriously, if I had enough money to or square footage to devote a sunny room of my home to a glorious laundry facility, I’d just hire someone to do the damned laundry. I just need the clothes clean and folded–and put away–and for the house tidy enough that I don’t feel compelled to make excuses for a mess. But even that level of tidiness is a challenge for my family: None of us are particularly particular about making things just so. We’re kind of aiming for good enough.
When I was a kid, my mother managed to keep a house of similar size and population always looking tidy through a combination of extreme editing (she eschewed knick knacks, which she referred to as “dust collectors”), practical choices (dark carpets and surfaces that “hid the dirt”), and a solid housework schedule (she cleaned/dusted/put things away all day, every day). The rest of us had few to no responsibilities for household chores. I’m not kidding. The most I ever did was straighten my room once in a while, or start my laundry, which my mom would eventually put in the dryer and fold and often even put away. It was, looking back, a pretty sweet deal for us kids and my dad. But the point is that keeping that very tidy house very tidy was pretty much a full time job for her.
The thing is, I have another, almost full-time job, and my husband has an often more than full-time job. We split the work on most household tasks fairly evenly, but that’s not to say it’s really 50/50—more like 35/35, with about thirty percent just not getting done.
However, the changing demographics of our household have made available new labor resources. My little boy and girl are now a teen and a tween—virtual minions!—who could and should be picking up that last 30 percent. Of course they should be. But why weren’t they? Well, because I never made them. Never really taught them how to clean their room, or the bathroom, or anything. Frankly, I never really learned these things myself. I would tell them to clean the bathroom, and let them procrastinate. I would pick up (or more likely, just ignore) the shoes, books, sweaters, and other random detritus they leave in their wake when they walk in the door and pack their schoolbags for them before they walk out it. It was just easier to do it myself (or ignore it all) than to argue with them, or even to just take the time to show them how to do it/do it with them. That’s because I have very, very little patience. That lack of patience (and lack of interest) is probably why I never learned these skills and habits from my mother (I am still notorious for just dropping my crap on the table when I walk in the door myself). It also makes me a total pushover—the kids know that if they whine and procrastinate enough, I’ll cave and do it for them.
So, on the advice of my husband, I’m making it a goal to learn to delegate, and to learn to be stubborn. This week, I just stopped picking up after them at all. If they leave their shoes, a dish, or anything in the living room, I call them from wherever they are and make them put it away, even though it would be way less work for me to just put the stupid dish in the dishwasher myself. It’s a chore, really, yelling down to the playroom for them to come upstairs and directing them on what to do. But it’s already paying some dividends: Himself is getting better about picking up after himself in general, and Herself has finally started clearing her own breakfast dishes without me asking her to do it. Don’t get too excited: The dining room is still of crap that doesn’t belong there (much of it mine). But, tiny victories, you know?
3 thoughts on “Optimizing the workforce: Learning to delegate (and learning to be stubborn)”
Oh, thank god I’m not the only one.
I’ve done the “going on strike” thing and yelling about one dish thing… but I’ve never been able to sustain it. Surely there’s a magical secret somewhere on how to make it all happen, if I keep reading how-to articles long enough?
We are totally in this thing together, Nicola.
Omg!!! I am with you…The house is just good enough!! Some how my mom made it happen with a total of 9 people and a house about 2000 sq ft. I ahve a 1600 sq ft and only 4 of us and we if the hous eis just good enough then that is great.. the dinning room table has become a dumping gournd. my 3 year odl and 9 yeard shoes and socks always seem to be in the living room and the kitchen counter as quickly as I clean it off all crap it accumulates right back…I always felt guilty, but I have learned to let the guilt go but this new school year I have vowed to get my 9 year old boy more invovled and teach him that he cna di these things and my three year old to at least pick up her toys and dump her dirty clothes in the hamper.. i think that is managebale for her.
This post is awesome..