I think I promised a microwave update, and/or a daycare update in my comments yesterday. I thought I could cover those things and the below. Silly me. Those other topics will come soon. And a tailgate story. It's a doozie.
My frustration levels of late are sky high. It's cyclical and we're at the I-might-lose-my-mind part of the cycle. My mind-losing doesn't happen at the same time every year - I'd even venture to say it might skip a year occasionally. It's unpredictable is what I'm saying.
Million dollar question:
WHY ON EARTH DO I DO ALL OF THE
HOUSEWORK IN THE HOUSE?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Just because I can do everything, doesn't mean that I should. And by this I do not mean to imply that I am actually doing the housework that needs to be done. The place needs a good cleaning.
In years past, I've had a day off during the week, but this year I don't. I like to pretend that Friday is my day off in a Jedi-mind trick kind of nonsensical way, because I only have 2 kids in the morning and then two preschool bus kids join us at 11. Easy-peasie, perhaps - but NOT a day off.
I'm doing all of the laundry. Almost all of the groceries. 95% of the meals. I'm paying all of the bills, communicating with insurance, emailing teachers, updating the health office on Reg's medications, scheduling all of the doctor appointments, questions, and zooms, editing everyone's papers, and driving kids back and forth to sports and friends (Coach does share this duty whenever he is home).
Coach works longer hours than me and it's true that I'm physically in the building during the day, but dang it . . . I never stop. EVER. If the phone rings, I hop over to the laundry basket on the couch and fold while I talk. Or, I empty/load a dishwasher. I make lists of phone calls I can handle while I'm on Bluetooth driving.
No one here unloads or loads the dishwasher anymore BUT ME. What happened? I think part of it is that Coach used to help more on Tues/Thurs mornings, but on those 2 mornings he now drives Reg and Curly to school. Reg can't drive again until Feb. 1 - assuming he remains seizure free.
I enjoy a few of the finer things in life, and for me that includes:
|I took this sunrise pic on a recent |
early morning run. I knew my phone
camera wouldn't do it justice.
working out till I drip in sweat daily,
watching my kids play sports (only 2 kids home but they both play a ton of sports),
writing this here blog,
and trying in my 'spare time' to write a book which includes attending a writing group twice a month and submitting stories/chapters to publications while I cross my fingers, hoping to get something published.
I don't watch anything. * I am hoping to watch the new ADHD documentary called Disruptors tonight.* I read for a few minutes as I drift off to sleep. I don't drink wine very often, tailgating is the exception (my readers nod, suddenly understanding why I enjoy tailgating so much). I rarely see friends (see: LOVES to tailgate).
|Cowboy caviar recipe -|
per Beth's request.
I've waved the white flag. I addressed Coach, Reg, and Curly after dinner last night. YOU NEED TO DO MORE. I DON'T WANT TO MAKE LISTS. YOU ARE ALL OLD ENOUGH - DO SOMETHING WITHOUT BEING TOLD.
Coach unloaded the dishwasher today. Curly emptied all of the bathroom garbages last night because I told her it needed to be done before I returned from writing group. Reg sat with me to finally register him for AP classes. Lad swept the kitchen today.
I've been frustrated because the house is a mess.
|I found this behind the door |
when I cleaned out a small
section of the laundry room
the other day. Small sections
is about all I have time for.
One of Mini's best projects.
I'm cracking the whip over here. I believe I have everyone's attention. I know with high school basketball starting in the next few weeks that Reg and Curly will be spread thin between homework, practice, and games. BUT - as I pointed out last night during my delightful after-dinner rant, it only takes a few minutes to wipe a counter or unload part of the dishwasher or carry your laundry pile up the stairs or empty the overflowing garbage in your bathroom.
On a side note, I read a chapter about my freshman year high school basketball tryouts at my writing group last night- and received high marks. I guess that means that I'm not completely distracted by the housework I should be doing.
I'd love to hear from you. Don't be shy, write a comment and let me know that my time spent writing is time well spent.
What would you rather do than housework? Is your home always in perfect order? Are chores shared equally in your home? Did you have chores as a kid? Our kids did, but if I don't write it on a dry erase board or remind constantly, they don't bother anymore.
*I'm sharing my favorite Halloween costume picture on Monday. Get excited.*