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.
LA!
5 comments:
I use that Windex sprayer that goes on the end of a garden hose to wash our windows. It doesn't work great, but its easy and gets some of the grime off of them. Of course I've never washed the outside of the windows the entire time we've lived in our current house.
I resent the space that my day-to-day takes up in my head.
This is the way I always felt about jobs I held outside my home. I always felt like they were eating away at my real life.
BTW, I love Flylady! I adopted, then adapted, the techniques to fit my style. I'm not the best housekeeper, but I keep up pretty good now.
I've washed the outside of the windows in the living room and kitchen. Not the bedrooms... Hey - they are are up high - and the neighbors had a good enough laugh when I did the windows out front.
I hate, no, yeah I hate cleaning. I love a clean house - but have no desire to clean it.
What's with washing windows anyway? My mom has bugged me ever since we moved to our house to wash the windows. Know what? I don't remember her ever washing the windows. Ever. Strange.
I am finally starting to make peace with the fact that I will never be the housekeeper that I once was now that I have a child.
Yuck, hate the bathroom, dishes, and laundry. It seems those jobs never end. I can handle the every six months jobs but the everyday drudgery is just yucky.
Superwoman
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