Rituals and routines are not natural to me. I am a fly-by-the-seat-of-my pants girl. Of course, I would have to find them first. When I was growing up, Saturdays included the grand routine of grocery shopping, laundry, then house cleaning. As soon as my cartoons were over, Mom and I went to the grocery store to buy food for the week. I remember it being fun — until we would get home and start with the rest of the chores. The bathrooms called for scrubbing. Floors needed vacuuming. Laundry had to be started. And they had to be completed for the whole week.
Other people did fun things on Saturdays, or so I thought. We had to do THESE things. My mother was really just using her time wisely. She tackled everything by herself in her single-mom “Wonder Woman” way. She sometimes worked two jobs to put these weekly groceries on the table.
When I was the mom, I thought things would be different. I honestly thought since I wasn’t a single mother, I would have Saturdays again. The laundry should be done “by then.” The grocery shopping could occur when I “ran out.” The cleaning would be done “when I felt like it”. That would be a much better system, right?
More like a complete far-fetched fantasy.
Since I didn’t have an iron-clad routine for anything except brushing my teeth, this made for willy-nilly craziness I called housekeeping. It was more than a challenge for me. It was darn near an impossible feat. Life demands routine and predictability. I wasn’t willing to surrender my spontaneous way of thinking about my homelife.
I eventually discovered that laundry is a daily activity if it wasn’t going to be a weekly one. That or I would never have my favorite shorts or comfy t-shirt to sleep in, ever.
Physically seeing dirt and grime showed me it was too late.
Clean happens on a schedule, not a whim.
Nothing was ever getting done. I was just always doing something.
Proverbs 16:3 “Commit your works to the LORD And your plans will be established.”
As much as I don’t want to admit it, my mom was right on a few things. She worked with intention to honor God. I seem to throw on my own cape and go grocery shopping on weekends. I have a “big” superhero laundry day as well. Gosh darn it — capes are used on Saturdays. Not just in cartoons.