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lls_mutantOi.
I swear to God, I have been trying all week to clean up the family room.
The family room is the death trap in my house. Now, I'm the first to admit that I am a slob. I'm not disgusting- the dishes get done quickly, there's never food trash around, and if a diaper leaks, the washing machine is going and the kid is in the bath within ten minutes, and that's only because hey- it does take a little time to strip a kid and clean up, and the other one generally decides to throw a fit at the same time. But the kids are still afraid of the vacuum because I don't run it often enough, I don't sweep the floor everyday (I have a two boys- I should), and I'm usually down to my last pair of clean underwear before I manage to do my own laundry. And some days you'd have to be Indiana Jones to get through my house without breaking an ankle.
But for some reason, this week I got possessed with the cleaning bug. I don't know why, but when I do, I don't argue with it- I capitalize on it. This often happens when Howard's out of town, because I have weird fantasies about him walking in and being amazed at the scene of domestic tranquility that awaits him. (Um, it NEVER works out that way.) But I've been trying to thin out the toys, and I've hauled a storage unit up from the basement.
I've been working on this project all week. And my family room is STILL a disaster.
Of course, those of you with small children know why. As soon as I do something, it's guaranteed that someone will undo it, or more likely, undo something ELSE, and while I'm putting that back to rights, undo whatever I just did. It's like being Sisyphus- y'know, the guy who had to push the boulder up the hill and then it would just roll right back down? Yeah, whoever came up with him had kids. Plus, there's the general tasks of food prep, cleaning up after meals, feeding the kids (no small task), keeping the kids mildly clean (I swear, do we have "poop time" in our house?), the kids' laundry, and various other tasks I forget. Not to mention all the books that need to be read, the trips to the park, the requests to play outside (which they're still young enough to need constant supervision), the play-dough, the time-outs, the constant questions, and the cuddles and kisses. Those things all annoy me much less, because that's what I took several years out of my career for. I like raising my kids. I hate housework.
My new icon cracks me up. It's kind of patchy, but it's from this comic strip (from The Least I Can Do). I swear to God, that's going to be my boys in a few years. I'd bet money on it.
And since this is a domestic post, why not?
I swear to God, I have been trying all week to clean up the family room.
The family room is the death trap in my house. Now, I'm the first to admit that I am a slob. I'm not disgusting- the dishes get done quickly, there's never food trash around, and if a diaper leaks, the washing machine is going and the kid is in the bath within ten minutes, and that's only because hey- it does take a little time to strip a kid and clean up, and the other one generally decides to throw a fit at the same time. But the kids are still afraid of the vacuum because I don't run it often enough, I don't sweep the floor everyday (I have a two boys- I should), and I'm usually down to my last pair of clean underwear before I manage to do my own laundry. And some days you'd have to be Indiana Jones to get through my house without breaking an ankle.
But for some reason, this week I got possessed with the cleaning bug. I don't know why, but when I do, I don't argue with it- I capitalize on it. This often happens when Howard's out of town, because I have weird fantasies about him walking in and being amazed at the scene of domestic tranquility that awaits him. (Um, it NEVER works out that way.) But I've been trying to thin out the toys, and I've hauled a storage unit up from the basement.
I've been working on this project all week. And my family room is STILL a disaster.
Of course, those of you with small children know why. As soon as I do something, it's guaranteed that someone will undo it, or more likely, undo something ELSE, and while I'm putting that back to rights, undo whatever I just did. It's like being Sisyphus- y'know, the guy who had to push the boulder up the hill and then it would just roll right back down? Yeah, whoever came up with him had kids. Plus, there's the general tasks of food prep, cleaning up after meals, feeding the kids (no small task), keeping the kids mildly clean (I swear, do we have "poop time" in our house?), the kids' laundry, and various other tasks I forget. Not to mention all the books that need to be read, the trips to the park, the requests to play outside (which they're still young enough to need constant supervision), the play-dough, the time-outs, the constant questions, and the cuddles and kisses. Those things all annoy me much less, because that's what I took several years out of my career for. I like raising my kids. I hate housework.
My new icon cracks me up. It's kind of patchy, but it's from this comic strip (from The Least I Can Do). I swear to God, that's going to be my boys in a few years. I'd bet money on it.
And since this is a domestic post, why not?
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Date: 2009-08-06 03:37 pm (UTC)Nature makes them cute so we don't murder them. ;-) This is true of my kitty, I know!
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Date: 2009-08-07 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-06 08:15 pm (UTC)I have been working all week, and so have J. and A. and even a couple contractor friends of Jama's, who repainted our deck, replaced the leaky faucet in A's bathroom, and helped me weed the patio. The house looks better than it has in years but it's still depressingly obvious what lazy housekeepers everyone in the family is. I'm like you - pretty good at keeping up with the immediate needs to keep the household running (except for being bad at keeping up with dishes and good at keeping up with vacuuming) but a lot of other things just sort of... fall by the wayside. I'd much rather play with my kids, or write articles, or read fanfiction, or, really, almost anything than do most forms of housework. We sifted through a huge pile of paperwork that had been sitting on the desk in the kitchen the other night and we were shredding mail that had been sitting there, unopened, for six months.
Haha, I am getting really long-winded here. What I mean to say is, I hear you, sister! ~hugs~ Good luck with your family room. I should probably get back to my carpets. :(
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Date: 2009-08-07 03:21 am (UTC)How's Nori doing, btw? She must be getting SO big!!!!!
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Date: 2009-08-07 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-06 08:18 pm (UTC)Btw, has Toby grown a lot since eating a (more) regular diet? How long will he need to be prompted for EVERY bite?
As for the clean house - I totally sympathize. When company is coming, I no longer bother trying to tidy until the day before, and even that is kind of chancy. Frustrating, because I'd prefer to break it up into more manageable amounts earlier in the week, but there's just no point. :P
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Date: 2009-08-07 03:28 am (UTC)Yeah, Toby's grown at least 2 inches, if not 3, and put on 5-6 pounds. I know he's at the age where spurts are common, but it came RIGHT after.
He's improved a bit more. He still has to be prompted a lot, but not necessarily EVERY bite. (MAybe just every other? :) )