I need your advice.
I am kind of breathing heavy and looking at two of the four loads of laundry I’ve done in the last couple hours, and I have decided that my back has had enough. Am I too young to stop doing chores because my back hurts? Maybe.
Anyway, this weekend was another FAIL.
Here’s the thing. I am a messy slob. Seth is, too, and this has always led to a pattern of put-off-cleaning, put-off-cleaning, clean-clean-clean, put-off-cleaning, put-off-cleaning, clean-clean-clean and so on.
Now is new. A new era of responsibility.
By the time we get home and the baby unpacked, its 6:30 at best, but probably 7. And by the time we feed baby and ourselves, and maybe get a book or, less often, a bath in there, it’s time for bed. And on the road again in the morning. So what you have is a situation where it is Friday and we are all buried in our own filth.
Seth spends most his weekend building a woodshop or getting nagged to build a woodshop, so I try to cram all the cleaning in Saturday and Sunday. But by the time you keep the baby happy and, god forbid, take a moment to rest or take a walk or something, it’s midnight Sunday and NO ONE has swept the stairs and there are STILL dead bugs on all the window sills.
I mean, I feel like cleaning the pile of dead ladybugs off the window/floors should be a chore that gets top priority. But that’s not reality.
I’m looking for advice as to how best to proceed. Will I just get better at this? Will we just get faster at everything we do? It has happened with packing the babe up to leave the house, but I feel like I’m never going to get faster at washing dishes.
(Thanks, Obama, for refusing to buy me a new dishwasher, by the way. One of your Democrats will perish (and by perish I mean NOT get a vote from me) because of this slight.)
(I seriously do get a little mad at the president every time I do dishes.)
I know only one other couple with a similar situation where both parents work full-time and there is a new baby. They are in the same situation, i.e., basically living in fear that someone will want to come over to visit on a Friday.
I feel like it, or life, can only get busier as we progress, and I’m worried.
Should I force myself to do stuff during the week? Leave work earlier? Get up earlier?
Does anyone have any advice? Are there any crannies or nooks that I am overlooking?
How do you do it? Are you paying someone else to do it for you?
Will you come here and show me?
Thank you, Internet.
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