Yesterday there was dried toothpaste on the bathroom counter, dog nose prints covering the front door, and a basket of towels that had been sitting in the laundry room longer than I’d like to admit.
I noticed every bit of it.
Then I made dinner, fed Jack, made sure the people who depend on me had what they needed, started another load of laundry, and finally sat down.
The house wasn’t finished.
But the people who live in it were cared for.
For a long time, I thought a good homemaker was someone who finished everything. The floors were always clean, the laundry was always folded and put away, and every room looked ready for unexpected company.
I’ve never lived in that hose.
I’ve lived in homes with grocery lists scribbled on scraps of paper, towels hanging over chairs, muddy shoes by the door, and dinner dishes that wait until tomorrow.
And I’ve learned something important.
When life gets overwhelming, the goal isn’t perfection.
The goal is care.
My Bare Minimum Reset
On the days when I feel stretched thin, I stop trying to catch up and focus on five simple priorities:
- Feed my people
- Feed the dog.
- Keep up with the dishes
- Do one load of laundry
- Spend 10 minutes making tomorrow a little easier.
That’s it.
Everything else you do is a bonus.
It isn’t glamorous, but it keeps our home functioning when everything else feels like it’s falling apart.
Feed your People Simply
Some nights dinner is homemade soup and freshly baked homemade bread.
Other nights it’s grilled cheese sandwiches, tacos, or a rotisserie chicken with frozen veggies.
Either way, everyone gathers around the table and leaves with tummies full.
I’ve stopped believing that caring for my family has to look extravagant to serve it’s purpose. Most times the basics get it done.
Keep the Laundry Moving
I’ve also stopped trying to “finish” the laundry. Their is no “finish” line in sight.
Laundry is never finished.
Someone always needs another towel or another pair of socks.
Instead, I focus on movement.
One load washed.
One load dried.
One load folded and put away if I have the energy.
Progress keeps the laundry pile from getting bigger.
Prepare Tomorrow’s Biggest Problem Today
If I have an extra 10 minutes, I ask myself one question:
What will make tomorrow easier?
Maybe it’s moving meat out of the freezer to thaw for dinner.
Maybe it’s starting the dishwasher,
Maybe it’s setting out the coffee or checking the family calendar for any commitments.
Those little decisions often reduce more stress than scrubbing the bathroom floor.
Things I Give Myself Permission to Ignore
This might be the most important homemaking skill I’ve learned.
I can live with:
- Dog nose prints on the front door.
- Crumbs under the kitchen table.
- Laundry folded straight from the basket
- Dust on the bookshelves
- A bathroom mirror that could use a wipe.
- Floors that wait until tomorrow.
Some days my house is simply clean enough that a hazmat team doesn’t need to pay us a visit.
That’s good enough, for today.
None of those things determine whether my family is loved.
The 80 Percent Home
I don’t aim for a house that’s 100 percent finished.
I aim for a house that’s about 80 percent there,
The beds are made most days.
The kitchen is clean enough and functional.
There’s food in the refrigerator.
The laundry is moving along.
The bathrooms are usable.
The rest waits until I have the time or more energy.
Oddly enough, an 80 percent home is still a warm and welcoming place to live.
Nobody Notices the Things You Didn’t Do
No one walks into my house and says,
“I can’t believe she didn’t vacuum under the couch.”
They notice if they’re welcomed.
They notice that there’s coffee waiting for them.
They notice dinner is warm.
They notice if someone smiles when they walk through the door.
The things I spend most time worrying about are often the things no one else remembers.
A Good Home Is Built in Ordinary Ways
I’ve spent a lot of years wishing for a different version of my life.
More energy.
A prettier house.
More time.
Fewer disappointments.
Those wishes haven’t disappeared.
I still hope for change.
I still dream about a kitchen remodel, a little more breathing room, and easier days.
But dinner still needs to be made.
The dog still needs to be fed.
The people who depend on me still need to be cared for.
The towels still need washing.
And somehow, those ordinary acts become the way a good home is built.
I’m learning that I don’t have to stop hoping for a different tomorrow to faithfully care for the life I’ve been given today.
Final Thoughts
Tonight, if you stopped by my house, you’d still find Jack’s nose prints on the front door and a few crumbs under the kitchen table.
The bathroom mirror could use some attention, and there’s likely a basket of laundry waiting to be folded in the laundry room.
But you’d also find a husband relaxing after work, a dog asleep at our feet, a dishwasher quietly humming in the kitchen, and a home where the people inside have been loved and cared for.
Maybe that’s what homemaking actually is.
Not creating a perfectly beautiful aesthetic home.
But quietly tending the imperfect one we’re living in while we keep hoping, praying. working, and dreaming for what might still be ahead.
from my hearth to yours,
Becky
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If the people in your home are loved, fed, safe, and cared for, you’re doing better than you think.
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