It was a Wednesday. 4:30ish. Just completed 8 hours of work and was arriving home. The husband aka Brian had taken the day off to go fishing with his friend. Slightly already irritated by the fact that he uses his vacation time for fishing and hunting with friends and I save mine for puking and fever ridden children, my irritation was only catapulted as I walked through the door to a still messy house. Really, Brian, really? You have the entire day off and don't lift a friggan finger around the house? I shouldn't be suprised really...this is the typical man move. I forget that dish detergent is testosterone's kryptonite. My choices are A) Fly off the handle, dropping F bombs like Hiroshima and leave no ass unchewed or B) The icy cold shoulder smoldering in silence. I choose the latter. Which means I am really pissed.
Despite having a dishwasher, I have to hand wash the dishes piled high. Why you ask? Because my husband refuses to do anything to fix the dishwasher. Now I am okay with him not being Handy Manny, however pick up your damn telephone and make a call to the repair man. Maybe if he was rocking dishpan hands, he just might be compelled to do so, but when it is just as easy to ignore the dishes in the sink, why would you? It will end up being me, sounding ignorant on the phone as I attempt to speak repair guy lingo. Clearly repairs and scheduling repairs all fall under the Manly Obligations Clause in the marriage contract. He has much more tolerance for dirty dishes in the sink than I do, so I can't play chicken with him over the dirty dishes because I will always cave first. Plus Child Protective Services might frown upon the children being in the crossfire of a dirty dishes war. So I am hand washing all the dishes, stewing in my icy silence, my mind racing.
How do people keep their homes immaculate? It amazes me. I want to be them. I want to hear a knock on the door and be like oh come in to my completely spotless house instead of being like FUCCCCKKKKK the house is a giant mess! I want every single item in the house to have it's perfect place that it belongs. I want life to flow smoothly and happily along. I don't want 3 cups of ground up granola on the bottom of my car floor and I don't want to have anxiety when checking my online banking. I am no longer sure if I am mad at my spouse or myself for lacking organization. So over a sinkful of sudsy water, a light bulb went off in my brilliant mind. Operation Life Organization. I need to pull it together. In order to do so, I HAVE to be accountable. Which is where this blog aka online therapist comes into play. I LOVE to blog and think I might have a talent for writing, based on the boatloads of comments I get from readers of my pieces. So join me on my journey to Supermom-dom...I am sure there will be lots of "detours" along the way that will be amusing and hey, I just may inspire as well.
So first things first...where do I start?? Naturally as a woman (and the one who spends the most time in this room) I choose the kitchen. Plus I have already done a backsplash and a pegboard for my utensils and am halfway thru refinishing my cabinets. So one room at a time, and the kitchen is where it's at. I have decided baby steps as well. I need to find something to organize my rolls of vacuum sealer bags, aluminum foil, ziploc baggies, parchment paper, yadda, yadda, yadda. Also my husband has serious hoarder tendencies and he has a junk basket by the front door. He has outgrown the junk basket and I bet 90% of it could be just tossed. I need to tackle these two tasks.
Dishes are now done. Ice is starting to melt just a tad, I might speak to my husband before the night is over. Blog started. I leave this question with my readers and hope for some great feedback...Is every home capable of being organized and transformed into a tidy home? How do you keep up with the tornados we lovingly call children and husbands? What is your biggest obstacle?
Erica, you definately have a knack for writing! I have to laugh (really hard) since I go through the same thoughts daily. I try to stay organzied at home but doesn't work. I have ideas but always seems to fall short. When I tell Craig how frustrated I am, to the point of crying hysterically, he laughs which further upsets me to no end. I yell and scream at the kids, so by now you think they would know I am fed up?! My biggest thing is when you do something, do it right the first time! The kids have chores every day. I come home, and it's been "attempted". Adrian gave me the best idea. Cleaning whirlwind...as a family, clean each room together for 5 mins. Then move onto next room. We have tried it and kids actually think it's a riot. And when I am in there with them, they do a much better job. Will my home ever be the way I want it? Yes, when the kids all move out. lol
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