The Good, the Bad and the Clean

There was a time when I would stay up late to read a book, chat with friends or watch movies. Now? Now I find myself staying up after everyone else has gone to bed just so I can scrub the bathtub and mop the kitchen floor in peace.

Oh how the mighty have fallen!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, it’s not like someone’s making me do these things: I’m doing them by choice.Β It’s still not exactly where I saw my future self when I thought about my life 10yrs ago.

On the flip side though I never imagined how amazingly beautiful marriage and motherhood would be, so there’s that. I suppose what I’m trying to say is that life doesn’t always end up where you thought it would, you don’t end up doing the things you thought you’d do and your priorities shift and change in ways you never imagined, but its not all negatives. You may know what you want, but that doesn’t mean you always know what you need, and that’s where life steps in and nudges you in the direction you’re supposed to go.

So here’s to taking life as it comes, not letting the setbacks get you down and revelling in the highs as they come your way!

And if all else fails, at least you’ll wake up to a squeaky clean house and that is a blessing all on its own!






Domesticated Momster

30 thoughts on “The Good, the Bad and the Clean

  1. Hear, hear. I said something very similar to Anthony yesterday. I said that I’d never planned on getting married or having a family because I didn’t want to have to–among other things–give up the freedom to make certain choices unilaterally. I continued that I had, of course, missed understanding that the whole “unilateral” thing has a great many demerits I’m happy not to have, for this messy, discussions-all-the-time life is much fuller and sweeter than the one of perpetual freedom I’d envisioned. (How’s the song go? Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose?)

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    1. ‘Unilateral’ living isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the end πŸ™ˆ Where we end up might not be what we envisioned, but we wouldn’t have it any other way ☺️

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      1. Thank you πŸ™‚ I’m still lost though – I think those must be the decisions I’ve been missing since I moved here… Tell me what the benefits of not having the luxury of your own decisions are again…? Even the cleanest floors are no compensation!

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      2. Hahaha! The pros and cons of every situation varies depending on the individual I suppose :p Having someone else to share decisions with, discuss and weigh the options with, is always nice, no?


  2. Isn’t it amazing how much you can get done with no…interference? I sent my hubby and kids out Tuesday evening for two hours and had the kitchen and living room spotless by the time they returned. Of course now it looks like a dump again.

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  3. I love that cartoon – it’s hilarious! And so true! Luckily it doesn’t feel like work – most days. I too never imagined how much I’d love being a mother & wife. But sometimes I need a little me time πŸ™‚ #momsterlink

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  4. This made me literally laugh out loud. When I quit my job to stay home with my 2 girls, I ended up writing an essay called Living the Dream. It was all about how different the space was between what I thought being at home would be like and what it was really like: a lot more work. Still happy I made that choice though as there were some beautiful moment in those years. Love the (first) cartoon!

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    1. I’m glad you enjoyed the post πŸ™‚ Yes, reality is definitely very different from the expectation but that’s true for everything, no? Nothing in life is exactly like we expected it to be


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