My house needs a bath. It's as simple as that. Someone needs to break out the Windex and Scrubbing Bubbles, throw her hair up in a bandanna, bust out some DMB on the iPod, and CLEAN. I assume that I would be the ideal candidate for this position.
But, my hands are weak from cutting through pages of laminate, my eyes are weary from paging through curriculum, and my mind is burdened with kindergarbage. I mean that in the nicest way. I really do. But I'm just exhausted, having spent ALL DAY (i.e. 8am-5pm) at school without contact with my baby boy. And though I knew he was in the greatest of care, I missed him. A lot.
This single experience reaffirms the fact that I will not work fulltime until Baby B is in school himself because I couldn't handle being away from him for that long. Too long. I missed him and his mess of blonde hair, gap-tooth smile, and the way he's suddenly starting talking with hands - a charming mannerism surely passed on from his mama, whose personal expressive language has left many a friend dizzied when combined with her fast-talking pace. I also missed our daily conversations about Jon & Kate, whether or not juice or milk is a better drinking option, and - of course - the construction equipment in our neighbor's front yard. Instead, I sat at a table meant for people under 3.5 feet tall, adding dividers to a binder, and punching holes in stacks upon stacks of assessments. I was totally watching A Baby Story, or whatever the latest baby-related show is on on TLC at 8:45am too. It's called cable depravity, friends.
But, I did get a lot done. Which is good. Since I'm nearing that Monday deadline rapidly.
When you devote so much of your time to one cause, though, you certainly neglect another. Like household chores. Or making macaroni and cheese lunches. Both of which are important to me and the two men who reside with me in The House of Mess.
Anyway.
As I sit eyeing two pictures that are hanging crookedly on the wall behind the front door, cockeyed from Baby B opening the door too widely during games of hide-n-seek, and scanning the two baskets of clean, unfolded laundry blocking the hallway, I'm thinking that I need to take a school hiatus for a bit. To get my life in order.
Or I need to hire a maid. The first option seeming much more likely. And inexpensive.
But, my hands are weak from cutting through pages of laminate, my eyes are weary from paging through curriculum, and my mind is burdened with kindergarbage. I mean that in the nicest way. I really do. But I'm just exhausted, having spent ALL DAY (i.e. 8am-5pm) at school without contact with my baby boy. And though I knew he was in the greatest of care, I missed him. A lot.
This single experience reaffirms the fact that I will not work fulltime until Baby B is in school himself because I couldn't handle being away from him for that long. Too long. I missed him and his mess of blonde hair, gap-tooth smile, and the way he's suddenly starting talking with hands - a charming mannerism surely passed on from his mama, whose personal expressive language has left many a friend dizzied when combined with her fast-talking pace. I also missed our daily conversations about Jon & Kate, whether or not juice or milk is a better drinking option, and - of course - the construction equipment in our neighbor's front yard. Instead, I sat at a table meant for people under 3.5 feet tall, adding dividers to a binder, and punching holes in stacks upon stacks of assessments. I was totally watching A Baby Story, or whatever the latest baby-related show is on on TLC at 8:45am too. It's called cable depravity, friends.
But, I did get a lot done. Which is good. Since I'm nearing that Monday deadline rapidly.
When you devote so much of your time to one cause, though, you certainly neglect another. Like household chores. Or making macaroni and cheese lunches. Both of which are important to me and the two men who reside with me in The House of Mess.
Anyway.
As I sit eyeing two pictures that are hanging crookedly on the wall behind the front door, cockeyed from Baby B opening the door too widely during games of hide-n-seek, and scanning the two baskets of clean, unfolded laundry blocking the hallway, I'm thinking that I need to take a school hiatus for a bit. To get my life in order.
Or I need to hire a maid. The first option seeming much more likely. And inexpensive.
Do you have any secrets for keeping it all together?
3 comments:
I have a 23 month old little girl and my house is not in order. But I have started picking up at night after she goes to bed and letting things go that aren't that important. I have someone that comes just once a month to give my house a good deep cleaning and it is WORTH EVERY PENNY!!
Also - I was stressing on doing laundy every day... until I decided I would ONLY do laundry on Wednesday and Sunday. And I try to make myself fold it as soon as it comes out of the dryer and put it up right then! Otherwise it will sit there in the laundry room until we need it!
I enjoyed reading your blog tonight! Stop by mine any time!
I think whoever said it is possible to keep it all together was lying! lol The only thing that gets me through is not looking at the big picture and taking one...step..at...a ... time haha. Don't look at whole scheme of things. Being a good mom and spending quality time with Baby B is way more important... the dishes will always be there:)
I don't even have any kids yet and I can barely keep it together, growing up I always thought my Mom had it all together but she said she just appeared to have it all together but deep down inside was always a mess...
Maybe you should splurge for a cleaning service before school starts so that you can enjoy your last few full days with Baby B!
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