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SEPTEMBER
2003
- EXERCISE
IN FUTILITY
I think having two children is catching up with me. After almost a year
and half I've come to the realization that I really DON'T have time
to wash the dishes, feed the children and sweep the floor in the same
day. It sounds ridiculous, but if you also take into account that I
run a business from home and maintain 3 websites and sort through hundreds
of spam email with our 6 email addresses...I'm lucky if I get my hair
done.
I've been thinking a lot about how futile my efforts have been recently
and I've made a list of the things I try time and again to get done
but they just keep coming back...worse! I'm sure you will relate to
many of them.
* Keeping clothes clean. Since both of my sons had reflux, I've
been used to changing my shirts at least once or twice a day. Now that
they are past that, I'm amazed that those dirty paws KEEP getting me
dirty. Maybe someday I'll be able to go through a day with my shirt
clean all day.
* Laundry
put away. We have this huge nook in our bedroom that holds all of
mine and my husband's clean laundry, waiting to be put away. It is the
first place we look for clothes instead of the drawers or the closets.
You'd think we could hang up these clothes, but when I do, my husband
keeps washing things and makes more clean clothes!
* Kids
clothes hung up and put away. Again, I blame Nick for washing things!
I swear he washes the kids clothes like every other day. Personally,
I wait until the basket is actually full before I toss it in the washer.
Not only do I try to dump all the boys laundry out on the floor, but
then I have to separate them and deliver the little one's to his room
and then put everything away. Maybe we have too many clothes...
* Toys
not scattered all over the floor, every floor in every room. Carter's
favorite thing to do now is take every book of his out of the bookcase
and spread them out all over the kitchen and living room floors. I used
to tidy up the messes multiple times a day but now have settled for
once in the evening when the kids go to sleep. Occasionally, if the
kids are in a different room I'll take the toys and toss them into the
toy chest in the corner just to get them out of my way...until the kids
come back into the room and get them out again.
*
Kitchen table clear. What I really want to do is eat meals with
my children. All of us at the table without having to move piles of
paper around to find a place for my plate or move another stack of papers
to see Simon's little face. Our kitchen table seems to be the gathering
place of all the crap that comes into the house. Especially the stuff
I have no idea what to do with! I did add a small desk in the corner
of the kitchen so I'd have a place to organize the paperwork, which
seems to be working a little.
* Clean kitchen floor. Every time I sweep the floor I am in shock
at how much food has gathered there. Under the table alone, I think
I could feed a small family in Africa. The 1 year old used to throw
his food a lot but now he mostly shoves it into his lap, which still
ends up on the floor. Let alone the food that drops from his clothes
as he walks around after a meal. Simon is 4 and you'd think he would
have less of a mess under his area, but not true. Sometimes he makes
even more of a mess than his brother. I have no idea how this happens
and every time I look under the table I'm in shock.
* Do the dishes. In my dream-world, the dishes are done after
every meal and the counters are always clean. Reality is so far away
though. I'm lucky if I can clear out one side of the sink so I can wash
the baby's highchair tray before each meal.
In my fantasy
world and just for fun, I think of all the things I used to have time
for...mostly before children that I laugh at the thought of now.
* Polishing
my nails AND taking the old polish off.
* Color
coordinating my husband's tee shirts in his closet. I do this for my
kids but not for hubby anymore.
* Sorting
and organizing my CDs and on the computer.
* I could watch/listen to the news without fear of hearing "a cop
was shot" or the words "stabbed, killed, raped". (fyi,
my husband is a cop)
* I could leave my tampons in plain site in the bathroom without fear
of the older one asking "what are these for" and the younger
one hiding them with his toys or throughout the house.
*
I actually wanted to have sex when I went to bed versus sleep!
* Perhaps my favorite, get a full night's sleep. This hasn't happened
since before I was first pregnant over 5 years ago.
I love my life though folks. All of these semi-complaints above are
meaningless when compared to the joy I get when I play with my kids
instead of doing the dishes, when I read my baby a book instead of doing
the dishes.
Now if I could only convince my husband I have NO extra time. One of
our old sick dogs died and my husband wants a puppy!!! I think I'll
have him read my article.
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