A Good Mess (A response to the "Motzei Shabbat Blues")

(This is frequently requested and reposted on Shifra's excellent e-mail list for Jewish ladies: JewishFlyBabies. I wrote it in 2001 in response to someone who was overwhelmed and discouraged by the mess on Saturday nights, after Shabbat.)

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It's my house too. The only real difference is that, although I don't wash the non-needed dishes at all on shabbat, I do stack them nicely and scrape/rinse anything that would smell bad. I make sure the dishwashers are empty before the beginning of Shabbat (or at least finished and opened), and stack the dirty dishes in the dishwashers as I clear the table from each meal.

Then, once the dishes overflow past what will fit in the dishwasher, I stack them as neatly as possible on the counter (not in the sink!) with dirty silverware in the dirty soup pot, so that the lid can hide it. I am careful to rinse (quickly in cold water) the chicken soup dishes, as rotten chicken soup makes me gag.

This leaves the sinks free, so that anyone can come and wash for the next meal without having to have the water fall on a pile of dirty dishes. Believe me, a neatly stacked pile of 30 plates is not *nearly* as depressing as 8 plates that have not been scraped at all, with the silverware sticking out on all sides, with little fruit flies swarming around them on Sunday morning.

Motzei Shabbat, I have no energy to clean the cholent pot. My guilt-reducing way of respecting" my cholent-pot avoidance is to pour some nice hot water into the dirty cholent pot. This gives it a day to soak, making the task somewhat easier on Sunday when I do finally get to it. I also put some hot water with soap in the soup pot that holds the dirty silverware.

As soon as Havdallah happens, the first things that I do require no energy: put soap in the dishwashers and start the first loads, turn off the blech, urn and crockpot(s), pour the hot water into the cholent pot and soup pot, and check the answering machine for messages.

Then I leave the kitchen.

One other thing that makes me feel in control of the motzei-Shabbat house is to change the tablecloth as soon as possible. Our dining table is visible from the front door. Changing to a fresh tablecloth makes the entire dining room seem "done" and fresh.

At this point, although very little physical work has been done, the house isn't nearly as depressing. The dishes may not be clean, but they are stacked and look ready to clean, with no fruit flies or congealing food.

The dining room isn't vacuumed and there are likely to be a few very sticky chairs, but it *looks* ready for another meal. In the kitchen, the food is put away so it won't spoil, and the devices are turned off. We can still *use* the kitchen, even though there's a lot of work left to be done in it.

Usually, at this point, if we're not rushing about starting the week, I plop down on the living room sofa. While plopped, I reach around and make stacks of whatever I can reach without moving too much.

Either I get to talk with my husband at this point in a dirty living room, or children appear. Any child who appears is given a tidying task by me from my plopped position. They either do the tasks, or hide. (If they hide, uninterrupted conversation between adults is so valuable and scarce, that it's worth the sad state of the living room any day!)

It usually takes until mid-day Sunday to be back to normal.

Meanwhile, I think there are a few reasons that the regular Motzei Shabbat Trashed House doesn't depress me:

1. I have low expectations. I don't try to have the house completely in order
one hour after Shabbat. I turn on the radio, do the few things listed above, and
then go check e-mail. Or, if we have plans, then I go get ready for what the
week will bring. A back-to-normal house isn't expected until around lunchtime
Sunday, anyway.

2. I have a theory about "good messes" and "bad messes".
Motzei Shabbat fallout is, in my mind, a Good Mess. A Good Mess is a mess
generated from socializing, sharing a meal, doing good work.

When I clean up a Good Mess, I remember the conversations that happened over the meal, think of the good the project will do, etc. A Bad Mess is when a child trashes a room in anger, or when I take a silly shortcut out of misguided short-term
convenience, or when someone ignores something easy to tidy in the hope that the
next person will notice the problem and take care of it.

To me, an adult who doesn't replace the toilet paper when it empties, or a parent who leaves a stinky diaper for the other parent to "discover" on a child, qualify as Bad Messes.

3. I don't want to sound Pollyannaish, (might just be unavoidable) but I tend to think of the dishes after Shabbat as part of the whole mitzvah of hospitality. It's not the work that's left over after the mitzvah; it's part and parcel of the whole package. I get MITZVAH credit (in my own mind, at least) for setting the table for guests, so I get credit also for clearing the table.

4. We also live in a busy community, so I'm partially motivated by the thought that it is very likely that people will be stopping by (to drop things off, pick things up, have a cup of tea, etc.) as soon as Shabbat is over. Somehow, the threat of being visited always motivates me to straighten up a bit more quickly.

5. I *try* to remember that everyone's house looks like this, with the possible exception of whomever just visited us. (And their clean house is part of my gift to them as our guests!)

One thing I've noticed about some of the Flylady testimonials (certainly only some) is that the people in the testimonials tend to beat themselves up more than the average person about inevitable messes. If eating makes dirty dishes, then dirty dishes are to be expected, and are NOT (in my opinion) something to feel guilty about.

If guests ate and there is a stack of three dozen dishes, then the stack isn't something to feel guilty about, but rather pride and gratitude. Pride, as in "I just fed umpteen people, they enjoyed it, and here's the evidence to prove it!" (NOT that this is a badge of honor to keep on display more than a day, but that if it's there just after Shabbat, it's a sign that you DID something, not that you haven't done it yet.) Gratitude, as in, "hey, we had enough (time, food, energy, freedom) to celebrate shabbat and even enough to share!"

I hope that this tirade of mine doesn't come off as preachy. It is meant to be permission to take longer, to tiptoe around the kitchen and leave it without finishing everything, and to have you congratulate yourself for making it through a busy and meaningful shabbat.

The dishes will wait. They'll even be back next week . Even more important, you'll do it all again next week, knowing that the pile of dishes are the result! And that's even more to your credit!

All the best,
CLKL (wishing everyone a shabbat shalom and a very Good Mess this week!)