Sorry for that little break — I blame it all on Thanksgiving. There’s nothing like a major holiday that’ll make you sit down and reexamine your soul’s purpose. And if you’re anything like me, all that inner attunement will cause you to suddenly realize:
Heck, I haven’t dusted since, what, New Year’s?
In my case, further self reflection also produced this epiphany:
If I don’t do some intensive house cleaning REAL FAST, everybody who’s coming to visit this weekend is going to see how we really live, rather than how we live after a major house cleaning.
Lucky for me I share housing with another adult and two young men who are perfectly capable of DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING while I rush around like the proverbial headless chicken.
Bonnie: I thought you said you cleaned this bathroom! You didn’t sweep! There’s no toilet paper! No hand towels! The sink is a mess! And… oh, YUCK. Is that what I think it is?
Squirt: (exasperated) I DID clean the bathroom. You just didn’t tell me I had to do all this… extra stuff, too.
Bonnie: And Tiger, you call this vacuuming the stairs? What’s all this? A paper clip, two marbles, a paperback, a pair of shoes, a bookba—
Tiger: (rolling eyes) All right, Mom, I get the point. Please, next time be a little more clear about what you expect when you say “vacuum the stairs.”
Okay, so maybe they don’t consider what they’re doing to be “absolutely nothing.” They think they are working very hard. Working very hard at what, I have no idea.
Bonnie: All three of you are going to watch a DVD? But we’ve got company coming in four hours!
Hubby: It’s the UFC World Championship! A vital shared cultural experience for men—perhaps you don’t understand how important it is that the boys and I watch this right now.
Nothing to be done about the oldest male resident in our house; I married him knowing full well what he was. He should thank his lucky stars, however, that he’s got several attractive characteristics which allow me to overlook his faults, attractive characteristics I will not go into right now except to assure you they’re mighty fine and some of them involve cooking.
The boys, however…
Let’s just say it’s a good thing I’m the perfect model of patient motherhood. Really, I am. Life is so much easier because of it, too.
Bonnie: GET TO WORK ON THOSE STAIRS AND THAT BATHROOM BEFORE I GO ALL UFC CHAMPIONSHIP ON YOUR VITAL SHARED CULTURAL BEE-HINDS DO YOU CATCH MY DRIFT OR AM I GOING TO HAVE TO DEMONSTRATE THE FEMALE VERSION OF GROUND AND POUND?
I think I would have kicked the TV in. I did the clean out and rearrage the boys room bit tonight. (Ages 10 and 4) Niether of them know the meaning of put your clothes INSIDE the hamper. Nor do they understand HANG up your coats (don’t just throw them in the closet with the dress-up clothes scattered with the shoes and the shin-guards) BOYS!
Welcome back! I missed your musings :o)
Congrats on the cleaning, as you can see i am spending the day cleaning today! I took the day of specially…see, it’s 11.30am and i have done the dishes…hung out the washing, now am motivating myself to vacumn the floors..eewwwww.
I use the “if i don’t do it nobody will method”, i think i’ve ruined it for myself…”A” won’t lift a finger unless asked, and then say..”but mum, you could of asked me”…yeah right!