Ha ha, oops!
Here we are, nearing the tale end of this adventure in excessive posting and I darn near forgot to post.
So... at what point in my buggery head did housework and mothering become synonymous? I just bring this up, because I realized the other day... I am not a particularly gifted housekeeper. Don't get me wrong, the house is more or less clean... there are underpants tumbling about in the dryer downstairs as we speak. We eat pretty good considering the dietary parameters of the eaters we have 'round these parts. The household in general runs like a slightly gimpy station wagon... but it runs and it gets us where we are going.
This is just remarkable in that I am a relatively competitive person PLUS... I like to be right and I like to be good at what I do. Well this is what I do, yet I'm not very good at it. It could be said that I am homemakingly challenged. It could also be said that I despise this part of my job description.
Yeah, yeah Flylady... blah. blah. blah. RANT!
I resent the space that my day-to-day takes up in my head. I HATE sweeping and mopping, and I do a distressing amount of it just to maintain the "somewhat grimy" look I have going in my kitchen.
Two days ago LaLa had herself a party involving the foaming soap dispenser and her new Barbie Sleepover Toothbrush all over the bathroom mirror. Still there. I try not to use that bathroom, or if I do? I don't look in the mirror because it makes me dizzy. I have not washed the outside of our windows in the entire five years we have lived here, and this list could go on and on.
Sometimes when I complete a particularly onerous or menial nit-pickity type task, I have a little fantasy of some inspector idiot, coming to my house to inspect. The anal and hyper-achieving inspector person finds that particular task I have just finished in such a beauteous state that they just declare my skilz a success.
Say it with me kids... I. HAVE. NO. LIFE.
...and look! Y'all are spared the yawn of listening to more housework ranting because I am a crappy blogkeeper too! Out of time.