I have been very busy, and I will tell you about that later. Today I am talking about housework.
A few days ago I posted a photo album on facebook; I am re-posting it here along with the replies from my very nice friends. (It gets better, just hang in there.):
Why I hate going to school:
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What I see when I first walk in the house. |
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What?! |
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Is it REALLY worth it? |
Bruce said: Gosh. It looks worse in this photo than I remember.
Wendy said: 10 people live in your house, right? It looks better than mine does... I'm just sayin... it doesn't look so bad to me, Bruce. Just like people live in it.
Loralee, I know what you mean. I'm so tired today, after cramming for a test, that nothing has gotten done. Again. And my Christmas tree is still up. *sigh*
But I also know I would rather teach my kids the value of an education than watch them slowly have the life sucked out if them working at call centers, like their mother did. I fell into my work. I'd really like them to understand that they can choose theirs.
Autumn said: I think you need to enlist your children for house duty. 8 kids should be able to whip that into shape in no time. Mom shouldn't have to do it all.
Growing up in a family with 8 children, I can tell you that it can be done. My parents never did the housework, it was our responsibility. I just don't want you to feel too stretched thin. I think it's great that you are going to school. That's a great example for your children. Hopefully they'll figure it out, and help lighten your load.
I know what they are saying, and I appreciate them being so nice to me. And I've heard those sentiments before—They won't remember the clean house, only that you were a great mom, etc. And I kind of agree and I kind of disagree. Here is why:
I am one of those horrible people who feels totally on edge, nervous, cranky, and just all-around miserable when my house is a mess. I hate clutter! For a day—if we've been working, playing or even shopping together—I can live with it. Even for a couple of days—if we are hanging out together, are super-busy, or I just feel lazy. But day after day after day for a week, or two, or three is waaaaaayyy too much!
My kids will testify to the fact that I don't do everything for them. If I'm working, I expect them to work. On the flip-side, I don't think it's super fair of me to expect them to clean house all day when I'm doing nothing; I was raised being told, "I don't ask you to do anything that I can't (or won't) do." So my kids and I work together; when they are at school I keep things . . . polished. (pun intended) :-)
But my going to school has thrown a lot of that out the window; I spend so much time away and I am so busy even when I'm at home that I need my family to pick up the slack for me and, often, without me. That didn't happen so much this last little while; I was extremely busy, putting in about 70-hour weeks with all my school work. Many days I would get back from classes tired and hungry and with a lot of schoolwork to do at home and walk into a disaster. Instant frustration.
Will my kids remember how clean the house was when they were growing up? Maybe not.
Will they remember the great example I set by finishing college? I hope it's a great one.
Will they remember how crabby and irritable Mom was—especially when she was going to school? Hmmmm . . .
When they are my age and realize what a hassle this must have been, I hope they will at least have a little compassion on me.
However, I did get a little breather today and we all got the house cleaned up. Yay!
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the kitchen after this morning's work |
I do have awesome kids. :-)