Chris Radburn – PA Images/PA Images/Getty Images I admit it, I’m a neat freak. Messes give me anxiety. I like my house to look nice. I prefer for everything to be in its place and put away. And when my kids were younger, it went beyond making them clean up their own messes. I wanted their bedrooms to be decorated and kept a certain way. That meant I picked out their bedding — vetoing the John Deere set that my son really wanted for his first bed — and made sure everything was organized and matching. When they were about...
What Is House Blindness? Unpacking This TikTok Term
Guido Mieth/DigitalVision/Getty Images There are few things that can thrill and terrify you both at the same time like people coming over to your house. Even if you’re someone who loves to host (*waves hand*), knowing that people are going to be at your house within 24 hours can truly cure your house blindness, and suddenly you’re scrubbing the front of your filthy dishwasher. House blindness isn’t exactly a diagnosis, but it’s something all of us suffer from — and in different ways, depending on the situation. House Blindness When It Comes To Cleanliness House blindness isn’t exactly what it sounds...
A Mom Explains Why Parents Need To Unpack Their Childhoods
TikTok No matter how old we get, it seems, there’s a part of us that always feels like we’re faking adulthood. Like, excuse me: who signed off on allowing me to take care of children and pay taxes and go to work every weekday? But now and then we get glimmers of the fact that we have, indeed, grown over time. Like when you get really excited about purchasing a new appliance or your New Year’s Resolution is to make a soup from scratch every week. And TikTok creator Lisa (@itsme_lisap) has discovered another instance, looking back on your childhood...
This Woman's Partner Said She Didn't Do Anything All Day — Here's Her Response
TikTok Every now and then, my husband jokes about the “magic counter” in our house. Generally he does this after I tell him he’s left crumbs after making lunch. “Don’t worry, sweetie: that’s the magic counter,” he replies with an impish smile. “The crumbs clean themselves up. I don’t know how it works…” In case it wasn’t obvious, the magic is, in fact, me. Of course he apologizes and cleans up the counter, but I appreciate the subtle apology in the joke itself: the acknowledgement that a lot of the jobs I do around the house (as the primary person...