Have we talked about this yet?  Have we talked about how I bribe myself to clean by promising (myself) wine?  Probably not.

So here’s the thing.  The Coach, is obviously a coach – football always, basketball sometimes, and baseball every now and then. 

When you’re a coach’s wife – every season is all about survival.  It’s all about making it through the day and getting everyone tucked in at night without any emergency room trips, maybe a sensible dinner, less than 12 tantrums, and only a few empty bottles of wine… So the laundry’s in the living room?  At least it’s been washed and dried.  So your shower’s scuzzy?  At least your body’s clean.  So your kids (my kids) eat McDonald’s EVERY Friday night while Daddy’s coaching a football game?  At least ketchup is a vegetable (no it’s not, but who cares).

Before we were married and pre-kids, football season never bothered me – I kept myself busy, went out with friends, shopped, maybe hit up Target, blah blah.  But oh my Lord, when the girls were babies – I would lose my mind about 10 days into the season and I was known to pick fights and be a nagging wench every time The Coach came home.

But this is the first year (my girls are almost 5 and just turned 3) that I made it to November 1st before the wench came out!  PROGRESS!!!

The thing that helped me this year:

FridayNight DrunkCleaning

Here’s how it works:

1. I put the kids to bed early on Friday nights.  Luckily they can’t tell time yet so they have no idea it’s only 7:30.

2. I sort all of the laundry and start a load.

3. Pop open a bottle of wine, pour a glass.

4. Clean something: anything, a table, a bathroom, run the vacuum, sort through the mail.   When you’re done, you get to drink the wine.

Drunk Cleaning

Have another glass = clean another room.  Pretty soon, you’re 3 loads of laundry in and you’ve got 2 clean bathrooms and clean kitchen.  And a nice little happy Friday to you.  I wouldn’t eat off of our floors, but it’s good enough for me, for now.  And as long as the laundry’s clean?  Who cares if it sits in baskets til Wednesday?  Not.Me.  And this way, you get a good head start on the weekend: less time cleaning = more fun for you!!

And, too, you should know, that I don’t do all the cleaning.  I married a team-player and we do a lot together.  He does a lot of the laundry (he wears most of the clothes) and he’s really good at mopping the floors.  And he carries the heavy things up and down the stairs.  And he does most of the gross stuff – like garbage and recycling management.  He’s a keeper.

Cleaning Husband

As we approach the last weekend before the holidays here, maybe take a minute, toast yourself for making it through another week, and use your Friday night to get ahead.  Be sure to let me know if you do!  You know where I’ll be tonight!  Cheers!

Photo by James Williams via Flickr


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Also a transplant to New Jersey and Mercer County, Merritt McGlynn is walking a tightrope between career woman and devoted mother: hanging on for dear life with her dishpan hands. Merritt is a mom to two of the most adorable children in Jersey: a darling and spunky 4-year-old and a certifiably insane but heart-melting almost-3-year-old. Married to the always-working "Coach", Merritt tries to maintain some appearance of a work-life balance, and often finds that the scales are usually tipped in one direction or the other - but she’s still trying! In her spare time, if she ever gets any, Merritt would like to read books, travel with her husband, drink margaritas on the deck, and one day, if she’s really lucky, enjoy a phone conversation without interruptions. For now, she’ll settle for 20 minutes of an Audrey Hepburn movie and a diet coke.