I'm on week four of my new job, and working life is going so well! There are some growing pains, but I'm sure it will get easier with time (drop off, pick up, making lunches, laundry at all hours of the day, homework, reading requirements).
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There are still dishes on the counter that need to be put away. Magazines, books and papers all over every surface. Little kids' shoes, toys and socks everywhere. Dog paw prints by the front door. Shreds of toilet paper discarded on the floor of the bathrooms. Discarded jackets, sweatshirts and other items of clothing on the coach, table, stairs. What the fuck?!
I normally just ignore it all. I can only do so much and I'm just trying to take decent care of the kids and myself to get through the day. How in the hell do 'normal' people do it? Move at lightning speed with something in their hands at all times, up and down the stairs; wiping, sorting, bending, lifting, busting ass. I really tried this weekend...pitiful results. I'm at the point too where I refuse to clean up after the chickadee's messes. It's just going to sit there.
My husband and oldest daughter went on a camping trip this weekend, so my workload should have been easier, right? It wasn't at all! My littlest chickadee was more clingy and demanding and the l'il chicken hawk was all over the place. And they wanted to be fed non-stop! Pah-lease - and I didn't get adequate nutrition at all!
Seriously, I woke up early Saturday and Sunday, tried to get everyone dressed, feed them, walk the stupid dog, feed her, clean the litterbox, wash the car and other lame chores and then it was lunch time and then I kept on chugging. But still no dent in the mess. I don't get it - how long does one need to clean for every day to make it look tidy? I'm so caught up in the laundry routine that I can never get ahead. And now that all the thugs are sleeping (dad included - cough - asshat! - cough, cough), I just want to sleep too. Or run away while I can.
Now that I'm working, there's no time for leisure. No more gym time (lame reduced childcare hours that are unmanageable on the weekends.) Stacks and stacks of wonderful books and magazines taunting me, but never a chance to read them. An audio book at the ready to listen to, but can only hear every other word of the story with the gaggle of geese in our house.
At this point, I'm relieved we don't have any weekend sports for the kids right now. I don't want to add one more damn thing to our lame family schedule. If anyone is going to get to do a sport, it's going to me as I pedal my bicycle far, far away from this trash heap of a house.
I think I'm just going to take a broom and start sweeping all the clutter and toys into a big pile or trash can and then make the kids sort it all. That could be their weekend sport - competitive cleaning. "You have 5 minutes - I'm timing you - ready, set, go!"
Please tell me it gets easier as they get older! Otherwise I'm just going to become one of those crazy ladies on Hoarders: Buried Alive. You'll find me suffocated under all my piles of unfolded laundry and cloth diapers.