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Jody Hopkinson: The endless chores of housework

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ENDLESS LOOP: Housework is a never-ending chore.

I am not a natural born cleaner. I was the flatmate who rarely cleaned, avoided my duties, and disappeared instead of mopping the kitchen floor. I would clean the toilet when other people wouldn't, and I've always had a thing for hand-washing my delicates, but other than that, well. (A huge retrospective sorry to all of you I lived with!)

I don't know why - it was just all down hill from getting my cleaning badge at Brownies. If cleaning were the new black I was somewhere at the other end of the colour spectrum between Resene's bright Napier pink or their Rotorua yellow.

There was a seismic shift when I went to New Orleans volunteering three years after Katrina and there was a hurricane warning. When heavy rains come, the city turns on the pumps in the Bourbon Street part of town, so the poorer part of downtown floods. When three of us volunteers were cleaning up the mess in the downtown drop in centre toilets one time, I realized I am quite capable of getting down and dirty because cleaning is a necessary part of life.

Then I had babies times two. When they were little they were easy to clean up after as they don't move do they? There were a lot of garbage bags filled with nappies to go out but I had my systems and was proud of the tidiness. I regularly de-cluttered, passed on clothes the girls had grown out of etc etc.

But where we live now.... People have walked in, thrown their arms up in horror and begun ululating like Xena. Inside their own heads - they're not doing that out loud. But I'm familiar with the look. The keen cleaner's eyelid twitches, or there's a slight dilation of the pupils like their medication just kicked in.

They start to clutch at their skirt or the edge of a short, and after what they think a seemly enough time has passed they say "Can I vacuum for you Jody?"

This is greatly appreciated. Many hands make light work etc. And I appreciate their honesty when they say "May god have mercy on your Sard Wonder soap-less soul Jody."

I had friends help me de-clutter recently which was fabulous. Paprika two years past its due date was thrown out of the pantry, non-essential items gone!

My house is a smallish unit and I have some fabulous stuff on the walls and a lot of op shop stuff for the girls AND a dark carpet which has to vacuumed every day or it looks like it has nits. Post de-cluttering, I committed to keeping things tidy. The rewards have been...well, fewer Lego puncture wounds to the soles of my feet and it feels good for things to be easier to see, and better displayed.

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But have I felt transformed by my new cleaning regime? Like some of the natural born cleaners I know have said I would feel? Well to be honest...just a little.

I HAVE felt tired! Cleaning takes energy! It takes a long hour and a half to two hours to clean up the house and within an hour of the girls getting up its back to some kind of fabulously rambunctious, lived-in look.

And to maintain a high level of order and in the process become more tired - something, as all us mamas know - has to give. As we know already, I'm celibate, so it's not sex. I'm  actively looking for paid work so it's not that either.

When I've managed the whacked out wolverines/Frida Kahlos play centre heads/Cassius Clays in tutus that are my kids, cleaning until this place looks like a Farmers catalogue takes up the last vestige of energy available to me. And at the risk of sounding like Madonna doing her third person spiel - when Mama does a lot of cleaning Mama doesn't have as much time for her children, and Mama sure doesn't have pixie dust left for writing.

So I am returning a part of the way to my easy rider attitude to cleaning. No, we won't be living in a tip, but to get ahead with my career and do my full-time job that is parenting, we're going back to relaxed. So for those among you for whom cleaning is like watching Channing Tatum, feel free to tidy if you are that way inclined when you visit.

Because this part-time writing for money mama needs her energies elsewhere. Not least for hanging with Diana saying "Here comes the rain mum. I love listening to the rain", and Wanda chiming in with, "rain gives you sweet, sweet dwweams eh Mum. Aaand it keeps the aliens away eh mum." Trumps a sparkling gas hob, for me, every time.

- Essential Mums

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