Dust Bunnies, Guilt, and the Great Summer Floor Crisis
Let’s just put it out there: housekeeping has never been my strong suit.
Sure, I can do it. I know how to sweep, mop, scrub, and organize. But when a new idea hits me — like launching a blog, designing a printable, or mapping out a Facebook campaign — that little voice in my head that says, “Time to do your 20 minutes of housework” gets drowned out by, “Ooh! Let’s make a Canva template!”
And so the cycle begins.
Later…
Later…
Later…
And then — bam! I look around and suddenly see everything I’ve been neglecting. Floors, windows, walls, couch, crumbs, milk splatters, sticky mystery spots (why is there syrup under the TV?!). And just like that, I go from “I’ll do it tomorrow” to “It all has to be done TODAY OR I WILL LOSE MY MIND.”
Now, with summer vacation creeping in like a toddler with a popsicle behind their back, the stakes feel even higher. Floor washing becomes a full-blown obstacle course. Anything involving a bucket, mop, spray bottle, or paper towels becomes an invitation for Jimmy to start a water park in the hallway.
And let’s be real — by 7 p.m., I’m toast. It takes everything I have to get Jimmy through his bath without using my last nerve as a loofah. The days of staying up late to scrub floors are behind me, and I have zero desire to give up my rare, sacred sit-down-without-being-climbed-on time.
So what are my options?
- Let the house go for two months (hahaha—nope).
- Risk a “bucket dump-a-palooza” every other day.
- Find something that actually works.
Enter: Norwex.
Yes, it’s pricey. Yes, I winced at the checkout page. But you know what else is pricey? The iPads I buy for Jimmy (along with the OtterBoxes he absolutely needs), the apps I invest in for book-making, the tools my husband uses in the garage.
So why is it so hard to spend money on me — or at least on things that would make my life a little easier?
Honestly? Because of the guilt. The house guilt. The feeling that if I were just more organized or had more energy or “tried harder,” the floors wouldn’t look like a dirt-themed art installation. That Jimmy’s nose wouldn’t run so much. That the house wouldn’t feel so heavy.
But here’s the truth: it’s not just about effort.
It’s about systems. It’s about tools.
It’s about accepting what is and finding solutions that meet me where I’m at.
So no, I’m not aiming for “sparkling” floors this summer — I’m aiming for survivable. If Norwex gives me a fighting chance against the snack trails, the sticky spills, and the dusty mystery footprints, I’ll take it.
Because let’s face it: summer is coming. The chaos is coming. And I’ll be ready… mop(ish) in hand, sweat on my brow, and coffee in the other hand.
Here’s to a season of slightly cleaner chaos — and letting go of the guilt that never helped me mop a single floor anyway.
