Years ago, I read about a lady who boycotted her house. And her husband. And her children.
It seems that she just got fed up with doing all the work and stopped. Not only did she stop, she took her pillow and blanket and went and lived in the tree house.
It got the family's attention.
I only had one child at the time, and I remember thinking, "Wow. How bad could it be?"
Well, I am there.
It seems to me that no one else cares how the floor needs mopping or how trashcans work. People, please. When you finish eating the honeybun, the wrapper goes INTO the trashcan.
Every Saturday, I spend my time putting away the laundry that I spend my Friday night washing. I dust. I vacuum. I get clothes ready for Sunday morning. Nails are clipped. Floors swept. Dusting is done. (I hate dusting). Countertops are bleached. I go grocery shopping.
By Sunday afternoon, you can't tell I have even been around.
This morning, I go upstairs and I get Emma up. And I look around. It seems that within the last 24 hours, a tornado attacked my children's bedrooms.
As I walk down the steps, it seems that the tornado left a path of distruction thru David's room, living room, kitchen and my room as well. (Tripp and Emma took naps in MY bed yesterday - with a sippy of red juice).
I know everyone says that I will miss this mess. Yet, I don't think so.
I just wish they would pick up their stuff and not rely on me to do it.
I am sitting here at work, thinking about what I have to go home to.
I am going to have to clean (again) and pick toys up (again).
The same stuff I did on Saturday. And last Friday. And Thursday.... get the picture?
The playhouse is looking more and more attractive.
Oh gosh I could have written that!! It seems I am always cleaning, always picking up, always doing laundry, dishes, etc. It is never ending at my house also. I clean every day, but you can't tell!! I look at the mess somedays and wonder if I will ever figure out a way to control it.
ReplyDeleteDid you hear me all the way in Rickman screaming at my family this weekend?!? I *know* they don't care about the mess they live in BUT I DO!!!!! I call it a "respect" issue. . .if they respect me, they will clean up after themselves because it bothers me. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. It's never-ending, I know. And yes, we will miss these days. . .just not the messes :)
ReplyDeleteHere's a good one. . .this morning I made pancakes, scrambled eggs and served my family. I poured a drink for myself, turned around to take a bite of my breakfast (b/c, y'know, moms can't sit to eat) and there was a huge pool of milk in the middle of the island and two kids just sitting there eating away, one with an empty milk cup. ARGGGGGGH! I literally wondered out loud which fairy they were waiting for to come and clean it up. . .