Okay. I recognize and accept full responsibility for having four spawn. I get it. I wanted them. I got them. I get to raise them.
But can I get a damn day off once in a while? Is that too much to ask?
I recently went on a laundry strike. More so because my dryer was awful and no one helped me with the task. So I stopped doing certain people’s laundry unless it snuck in with another load mistakenly. Passive aggressive much? Me? No, never……
I’m also on a cleaning the bathrooms strike.
See the thing is – I CLEAN OTHER PEOPLE’S HOUSES FOR A LIVING. So that I may be home, stay home, go to events with these precious spawn I spawned. I hold a Bachelors of Science in Applied Mathematics. I used to train soldiers, sailors, and pilots how to use computer systems, about upgrades on their large weapons systems, and I ran the Train the Trainer sessions. I had a job where I got dressed up, went to work, acted professional, worked late and drove home. And traveled. But in order to spend time home and not on the road we decided long ago I would stay home. I LONGED to stay home with my babies. I wanted to stay home. I loved being with my kids. I still do. I adore the fact that I make my own schedule and at the drop of a hat…. I can have lunch with the Littles or help in a class room. I am here for friends who need before school care. I love having all the kids hang here – I LOVE IT.
But honestly, fall kicks my evil arse. I. Am. Tired.
Football five nights a week. Running for one spawn every night of the week – although from home – cross country wasn’t a good fit so she’s taking on herself and running here at the house. Every night. Girl Scouts, Fall Ball, Boy Scouts, Boosters, Benchwarmers. School starting, homework, early bed times, weekend tournaments.
Life with four. And I signed up for it.
And I LOVE IT. Please don’t send me hate mail about how lucky I am to have my children. I know and appreciate it. We lost one early on so I really get how lucky I am.
That doesn’t mean I can’t be overwhelmed at times.
So I am decreeing Friday night – whole house CLEANING night. We do whole house pickup every time I loose my shit – I mean – on a regular basis. Picking up is easy. Cleaning isn’t bad either. Unless you’ve already cleaned three houses in one day and come home to toilets that are more disgusting than the public pots at the bus station.
Watch out spawn. You are going to clean. And you’re going to clean properly.
Because Saturday I want a day off. Except for the softball tournament an hour away. I’m a coach by force. Dr. Evil is coach and by proxy so am I. But then…THEN…we will come home to a tidy house. A clean house. Except for the messes the dogs will make because they’re left home yet again.
And next week, it’s a new week of chaos. My lovely chaos. And it makes me happy. Tired at times….but Happy.
EJ out – to clean up before Dad of Evil Joy makes a somewhat surprise visit to watch Eldest play football!! Go Raiders!!!
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