Simply Sina: Domestic Delusion Diaries (aka Me vs. Housework)
Okay, y’all. Let me just lay it out there before someone else does: Not working is working me over. I’m out here living that “stay-at-home-girl” life, and let me tell you—it’s not giving soft housewife fantasy; it’s giving How did I get marinara sauce on the ceiling again?
All I want to do is curl up in my spot, finish my homework (yes, I’m still chasing degrees like I’m on a scholarship), play a few hundred rounds of games on my iPad, and scroll TikTok until my phone begs for mercy. Is that too much to ask?! Apparently, it is. Because the laundry pile is staging a coup, the dishes are throwing dirty looks, and my floors are starting to sound crunchy—never a good sign.
Now, let me be honest here. I have never—and I mean never—been housewife material. Nannie raised me spoiled. Like, gold-plated cereal spoon, didn’t lift a finger, called the VCR remote “the changer” type of spoiled. That woman did everything for me, and now here I am, staring at a broom like it personally offended me. Cleaning? Meh. Cooking? If it doesn’t come in a box with step-by-step instructions and a microwave icon, count me out. Gordon Ramsay would pass out in my kitchen.
So… prepare to be mildly impressed (or deeply concerned), because this morning I got my life somewhat together. I cracked open my Reminders app on both my phone and iPad (because redundancy is key when you’re dramatic and easily distracted), and I made myself a whole weekday schedule, everyday I do a different room. Tasks. Checklists. Color-coded, honey. Saturday and Sunday? Freestyle. Just a little tidy-tidy, fluff the pillows, and pretend I’m on HGTV.
Now listen, I know I’m almost 45 and probably too grown to need a digital babysitter to tell me to vacuum, but desperate times call for tech support. Judge me if you must—just do it behind my back with some tact and a cute outfit.
Here’s the vision: I want a house that doesn’t look like a toddler tornado rolled through it, and I want to be out here living my best life with the boys. Bike rides, pool days, long neighborhood walks that turn into races, even shooting some hoops (and let’s be clear—I’ll be the cheerleader, not the MVP).
I don’t want to rot on the couch like a forgotten sweet potato. I want to balance homework, Simply Sina magic, light cleaning (emphasis on light), and real-life fun like a domestic goddess with ADHD. So that’s my plan. Thirty minutes to an hour each morning to tame the chaos, knock out some homework, and then go chase the sunshine with my little crew.
Pray for me or send cleaning supplies. Whichever feels right.
