So, I feel like most of the week I'm sinking. Not enough time to do anything that I really want to do. I go to work, come home, do dinner, play with the boys, give them a bath, do a load of laundry, straighten up the house and then sit down to do homework. And, since it's baseball season, Scott is not home, so I'm doing MOST (not all) by myself. It stinks. Two kids, one who thinks he can just go outside anytime that he wants to (and wants to be outside ALL of the time) and the other who tends to get sick of things pretty quick, it doesn't leave a whole lot of time to get housework done.
So, the other night we put the kids to bed and I'm in the bathroom in our bedroom. I look and it's so gross in there. Just--ick. And, then I walk past the laundry room and notice that the huge basket of clothes for the boys that I folded and put in there have been on the laundry room floor for about 2 weeks now. When I got downstairs there was another basket of towels that I started to attempt to fold on Saturday, still sitting there. NEVER would I have left a laundry basket in plain sight in my living room. Never would I have just folded it and shoved it all in a basket and just not put it away. I cannot stand stuff like that. But, nope, it is sitting there. And, you know why...cause I don't have time to give a rats behind. Which, get's me to the title of this post.
I was packing Parker's bag for school that night and thought, "Oh my gosh, I hope that he has more than one pair of underwear clean" (We pack a couple of pairs *just in case* he has an accident) and, thankfully I did. Even though I have not done laundry in almost a week, he still has plenty of underwear clean. Which, I had to show to Scott. Because when we started potty training Parker I went out and bought about 25 pairs of underwear. You just never know how many your going to need. Scott was kinda ticked off about it because I had bought so much, but, it's for these times, where the laundry hasn't been done and everything is behind, that your thankful that mom bought enough underwear to cover the butts of every boy in our neighborhood!
I figure when my kids are in high school or college I might get a *little* caught up on housework, but to be honest, I care, I really do, but not as much as I thought that I would. I get stressed about it, because I'm pretty OCD about my house. Things have to be in their place and they usually are every night, and I like the bathrooms to be sparkling clean (which is not too often now considering Parker still hasn't quite figured out this "aiming" thing.) and I like it to look like it's not been lived in! I know that is unrealistic, but, I just like it to be clean at least before I go to bed. And, it doesn't look like that anymore. It's dirty (although I consider my house to be dirty is there is a pair of shoes laying on the floor..so, take that for what it's worth). But, now, I'm just like, "whatever" It is what it is and my kids come before my clean house and right now we just do not have the time. We have neighbors that we are pretty close to, and they have four kids ages ranging from 10 to 18. They are always busy running here and there and their lives are very hectic. Right now, they are more hectic than usual, both of their parents are sick and in the hospital and they've got multiple other things going on that cannot be pushed off. So, I asked the other night how they get anything done with running around all of the time, and how do they deal with it. They told me what now is my philosophy on it all.
Ron said, "Once you admit to yourself that you are never going to be caught up on anything and your always going to be one the run....it get's a little easier."
So, since hearing that each time I start to go into my anxiety attack about my poor dirty home, I just tell myself to get over it..because I'm never going to be caught up and there is no reason to get upset about it. And, I've been dealing with my house not being the way I like it to be much better!
Alright, vent about my house done. Today is Friday and I'm pumped. Scott is off from baseball tonight (woohoo) and he only has one game tomorrow and then is off again on Sunday, so I'm very excited. I'm ready for this weekend! I *hope* to get all of the winter clothes from the boys put in bins and get all of their new summer clothes put up----but, once again, I doubt that it is going to happen!