The Pesach Cleaning Competition
This is how I clean for Passover. Starting the day after Purim, I clean for an hour every day, except on Fridays and Saturdays. And I feel fine with that. I’m not a natural balabusta, so an hour a day feels like a good balance– enough time to make steady progress but not such a fast pace that I hit the wall miles before seder night.
That is, I felt fine with it until yesterday when I sat down at the playground next to a French mother who IS a natural balabusta. She literally bakes brioche for her kids’ school lunches and brings freshly-sauteed shnitzels and rice pilaf to feed her kids at the playground. She looked a bit more tired than usual when she told me that she had just spent four hours cleaning her bedroom. But, b”H, she had gotten it all done.
And I felt, well…bad. Mrs. Brioche was really cleaning for Pesach, unlike me. The Passover-prep faker.
And then today, I sat down at the playground next to a different mother who has, hands down, the most demanding schedule I have ever seen a person have. She works full-time, generally night shifts, and then spends her entire day caring for a house-full of young children. “When does she sleep?” you ask. She doesn’t.
Mrs. full-time career plus full-time mother will not be able to start cleaning for Pesach anytime soon. And there will be no scouring the bedroom closets for her. She will focus nearly all of her cleaning energies on the kitchen and living room when her older children are out of school and can help out.
And today, on the park bench, I told her what I tried to tell myself the day before after feeling like a Passover-prep faker.
Or just focus on the kitchen and living room the week before Passover…
By seder night, believe me JewishMOM, everything will be b’seder.
By seder night, each and every one of us will be leaving Egypt behind with the rest of Am Yisrael. A queen at her very own seder table, IY”H.