Diane Dekker Redlegs posted a picture of her immaculate carpet with the lines from the vacuum still fresh on the carpet after a few days. Seeing them reminded her of a trip that she had taken nearly 20 years ago to visit her husband’s aunt. The house was gorgeous and looked like it could have been featured in a magazine. It was what a “perfect house” might look like, and she anxiously looked forward to the day that hers might be that immaculate as well.
Her vacuum lines are still in her carpet probably a week or more after she vacuumed!! What I wouldn’t give to clean my house and have it stay magazine perfect for more than 5 minutes!!”
I couldn’t wait for the day that I would be able to do that and not have it messed up by sticky little finger prints on the perfectly waxed dining table, or Legos hiding under the table, or walking in to discover Ryan’s latest art creation had so carefully been designed on the wall with crayons.”
But what she hadn’t realized in that moment was rather sad. In order for her house to be a picture of perfection…the kids would have to be gone.
You see, I wanted those things because the everyday struggles of 5 loads of laundry, toys everywhere, mouths to feed, meals to prepare, beds to make were overwhelming to me, and the beauty of a pristine home was something only dreams were made of. Hell, it took me 20 minutes in each room just to find the floor before I could vacuum it. I never grasped (no matter how bad I wanted vacuum lines to stay in my carpet) that my kids would one day grow up and leave. That thought doesn’t exist in a young mothers mind, it’s just the things that old ladies talked about, and the endless reminders they tried to give me that “it all goes by so fast.”
Then one day I woke up, went to clean my house, carefully placed vacuum lines in my carpet, looked at my beautiful dinning table with a perfect wax coating and zero finger prints and realized it would stay that way for days.
And that’s when I realized that vacuum lines are lonely.”
That Legos and dirty clothes and mouths to feed and backpacks to get ready are sometimes very overwhelming, but they’re never, ever lonely and that what the old ladies had been telling me was true! That the Legos slowly disappeared without me ever noticing. They were replaced by video games, and then football gear and then by empty bedrooms waiting for a visit home from college or life. That the loads of laundry gradually got smaller, the dirty dishes were less and the endless treasures of Pokemon cards, or rock collections all disappeared. Everything sits “magazine-ready” in my home now and I appreciate and love this time of my life. I only wish I had known the cost of vacuum lines because then I surly wouldn’t have wanted this day to come as fast as it did.”
It is almost like a badge of honor to have a pristine home after raising a houseful of kids. Wiping down a mirror and not seeing specks of toothpaste on it only minutes later, or mopping to floor and not finding a muddy shoe had somehow left a trail of footprints to the living room. But it doesn’t mean that the job is over – just that it gets a little less messy. Looking forward to having your home “untidied” by a handful of grandkids can be a dream come true!