The problem is: I feel guilty about it. I know that there are a million and a half other things that I SHOULD be doing without Z’s “help.” As I drift off to sleep, I think about all these things that I should be doing, things that would make my day “productive.” But here I am, in bed, at 11 A.M. trying to ignore my “To Do” list.
Top priority on my list is cleaning.
For example, my house is a mess 90% of the time.
Cleaning my house is like shoveling the sidewalk in a blizzard - pointless and frustrating. You know why? Because I have a toddler and she is a child-tornado. Don't be fooled by her small stature! Given inadequate (or even adequate) supervision and a whole 30 seconds, she can make BIG messes (yes, plural/separate messES).
Since I fall asleep thinking about how I should be cleaning the house, it is only natural that I would have dreams about cleaning the house.
I wake up, and for .5 seconds I think that I actually cleaned the house and it looks like this:
Then I realize that it was only a dream and it really looks like this:
Gosh darn it all!
2 comments:
I hear you! Cleaning with little ones around is an oxymoron. Then again, someday our kids will move out and we will miss cleaning up multiple strange messes and reminisce about the time they spilled mama's powder and tried to sweep the floor with a make-up brush and decorated their little faces with eyeshadow...
Charlie was helping me pick up his bath toys during his bath tonight. It would have been really helpful if it didn't end up getting more water OUT of the tub than in. :)
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