Funny thing, I had company the other day, and they asked me if I needed help cleaning the house. This wasn’t an out of the ordinary question if you knew my home before ms. I was a neurotic clean freak. I used to dust, vacuum, and mop all of the floors every single day. At one time for a long time, I changed the king size sheets every single day. I couldn’t stand seeing a dog hair on the floors. Sadly, I couldn’t relax until the house was spotless. Like I said, I was a neurotic….until I was forced to choose how I spend my energy. There’s only so much time and a finite supply of precious energy courtesy of damaged myelin each day.
At first I felt a little offended until I realized this person is still doing what I was doing. Putting value on how clean the house is. Once I realized this, I found it funny because it was probably a shock that I wasn’t concerned with a little mess.
While some days I long to be able to clean my home the way I used to, most days my time is spent on not only more important things but more rewarding and enjoyable things.
Having a chronic illness (ms in my case) forces you to reevaluate what’s important and what’s not. And, you know what? An immaculately decorated home is just not that important anymore.
Spending time with the people I love is important. Playing with my dogs is important. Working out regularly is important. Finding time to read or study is important. Resting, relaxing, and recharging is very important for all of us. All of these things are more important to me than a spotless house.
Years ago you could eat off my floors. Now, that’s what tables are for!
My Mom, a self proclaimed messy wife and Mother used to say, “it’s lived in”.
Lived in is everything.
Don’t get me wrong, my house is clean. It’s just not obsessively clean and I couldn’t be happier.