When I began working a part-time job a few weeks ago, I expected the house to fall apart, the laundry to become mountainous, dinner to be dry cereal. Instead, the house is cleaner than it’s been in months and we’re eating better than ever.
I have less time to do the same work, so what’s going on here? Was I the one making the mess? Am I the slob?
At first I thought it was another strange case of busy people getting more done, and that does play a part – not wasting time, keeping on the move makes a difference, but going to work also created MORE time for me because my people are picking up the slack in various ways that more than make up for the 20+ hours I’m out of the house.
The house has been fairly tidy which means they’ve been doing some kind of daily maintenance, they went and got their library cards, the dogs and chickens have been well-behaved and well-cared-for, and yesterday I walked in to find my oldest cheerfully folding laundry at the kitchen table. But wait, it gets better.
I make a menu and do grocery shopping every two weeks and, in the past, my husband and I have shared the cooking. But NOW I come home to cooked, or at least, prepped dinners, all the work having been done by hubby AND the children. He’s been teaching them to cook! Real food! And the kitchen is still clean!
You have no idea how much mental energy this frees up for me. I’d rather clean toilets, paint baseboards, vacuum, sweep, mop, scrub the oven, even wash dishes, rather than cook. If I’d known that I wouldn’t have to cook anymore, I’d have gotten a job long ago.
It’s so nice to be part of a good team, to know they have my back.