How do you spell relief? R-O-L-A-I-D-S!
Sometimes I just feel like the biggest failure that ever walked the planet. Kinda feeling that way tonight.
There are so many things that I can't do (don't do? won't do?). Exhibit A: cleaning the bathrooms. A necessity. And yet I don't do it. Our shower grows black mold and if for some strange reason we decided to lick the wall we would contract some nasty mold disease and die, I am sure of it. I mean, EVENUTALLY I clean it. But it takes a really really long time to get to that point. And the dishes. I hardly ever do them, my husband does. If it were up to me, we would have been out of clean dishes sometime back in the year 2000. He also does a lot of the laundry and general clutter pick-up. I usually sweep and vacuum- woo-hoo! Hooray for me! I can do an eight year old's job!
I feel like I let my family down all the time. There's always something that needs to be done, and I usually choose to not do it. So I thought, okay, humble yourself and ask for help. It's alright to need help with the deep cleaning stuff, you have kids to take care of and that's a full-time job by itself. We scheduled a cleaning lady to come. And I failed at that. How can you fail at having someone come CLEAN YOUR HOUSE FOR YOU? Well, folks, if there's something to fail at I can usually manage to do it. First, I forgot she was coming to meet me and see the house. She had to wait on the porch with her husband for I don't know how long (she is very patient) because I was in the backyard and couldn't hear the door or phone. Then, I forgot to call her back and let her know when to come. A week later, her husband called to ask if we were still interested (we had been on vacation). Then, I forgot that she was coming on Monday morning at 8:00. The house had thrown up on itself, so there were no actual surfaces for her to clean, and this was the one day the kids slept in until 9:00 and then had diarrhea. She had left before I even made it downstairs. So we rescheduled for tomorrow morning, but the house has yet again become a disaster zone and there's no way I can have it ready for her in the morning. I know it sounds weird, cleaning before your cleaning lady comes but she asked me very nicely to please move all of my crap so she would have access to the places that need to be cleaned. Crap not moved. So, 11:00 at night, I had my husband call and cancel.
And then I bawled on the stairs because I am such a loser mommy I will never teach my children good values about cleanliness and order because I am a gigantic mess myself with no hope of ever getting my act together.
Don't even get me started on the cat's litter box.
There are so many things that I can't do (don't do? won't do?). Exhibit A: cleaning the bathrooms. A necessity. And yet I don't do it. Our shower grows black mold and if for some strange reason we decided to lick the wall we would contract some nasty mold disease and die, I am sure of it. I mean, EVENUTALLY I clean it. But it takes a really really long time to get to that point. And the dishes. I hardly ever do them, my husband does. If it were up to me, we would have been out of clean dishes sometime back in the year 2000. He also does a lot of the laundry and general clutter pick-up. I usually sweep and vacuum- woo-hoo! Hooray for me! I can do an eight year old's job!
I feel like I let my family down all the time. There's always something that needs to be done, and I usually choose to not do it. So I thought, okay, humble yourself and ask for help. It's alright to need help with the deep cleaning stuff, you have kids to take care of and that's a full-time job by itself. We scheduled a cleaning lady to come. And I failed at that. How can you fail at having someone come CLEAN YOUR HOUSE FOR YOU? Well, folks, if there's something to fail at I can usually manage to do it. First, I forgot she was coming to meet me and see the house. She had to wait on the porch with her husband for I don't know how long (she is very patient) because I was in the backyard and couldn't hear the door or phone. Then, I forgot to call her back and let her know when to come. A week later, her husband called to ask if we were still interested (we had been on vacation). Then, I forgot that she was coming on Monday morning at 8:00. The house had thrown up on itself, so there were no actual surfaces for her to clean, and this was the one day the kids slept in until 9:00 and then had diarrhea. She had left before I even made it downstairs. So we rescheduled for tomorrow morning, but the house has yet again become a disaster zone and there's no way I can have it ready for her in the morning. I know it sounds weird, cleaning before your cleaning lady comes but she asked me very nicely to please move all of my crap so she would have access to the places that need to be cleaned. Crap not moved. So, 11:00 at night, I had my husband call and cancel.
And then I bawled on the stairs because I am such a loser mommy I will never teach my children good values about cleanliness and order because I am a gigantic mess myself with no hope of ever getting my act together.
Don't even get me started on the cat's litter box.
August 2, 2005