For two weeks I have been doing everything I didn't have time to do when I was in school. Being little miss perfect when I get home from work. One day I even put the children's names on their lunches. Which I prepared for them. Myself. With my own two hands. Madness took over, insanity reigned. Every afternoon was an endless abyss of chores and cleaning. I must sweep. I must mop. I must disinfect, killing 99.9% of bacteria. I must wash. I must fold....... Don't misunderstand me, I LIKED it. One could even say that I loved it.
I was proving to myself that the slob I had become over the last three years was not who I really was. The person that would come home and sit on the couch like a lump of clay was not me. Not anymore. A new(old) me had emerged. One that would work all day and keep this dog-gone house absolutely spotless. NO DIRT....EVER,EVER AGAIN!!!!! NO DIRTY CLOTHES-EVER, EVER AGAIN!!!!. Never again would I be embarrassed to have company because of the shape my house was in. Never would I have the humiliation of having to keep doors closed when family members would visit. I would be proud to have anyone go in any room of my house any day, any time.
So it's been flowing like that until yesterday. Yesterday I woke up tired. I got to work and drank two cups of coffee. Nothing. A Coke at lunch. Still nothing.Still.Tired. After lunch I took an allergy pill. Surely that would perk me up a little. Nope, nothing, zero. I drank another Coke. Still.Nothing. In fact, I started to feel more tired. I still felt tired when I got home yesterday. Keri had gone over to a friend's house and Melissa was still at work. I sat on the couch. And did nothing. Absolutely, positively, NOTHING. I couldn't do anything. I didn't have the energy. Melissa comes home and asks if I made dinner. Are you kidding me?! I KNOW you are kidding me. Does it LOOK like I made dinner? No, I am sitting on the couch doing nothing. Do I look like your personal chef? Is my name Chef Boy-ar-dee? I think not.
So that's what I did yesterday. Nothing. It was marvelous. It felt great. See, the good thing about keeping the chores up is, that if I want to have a day to do nothing, that's fine. What I learned from this extremely educational situation is that I can go, and go, and go, but just like that bunny, I will eventually burn out. (That bunny does burn out eventually doesn't he?)
I need to find a healthy balance. I think it will take some practice. Just to be clear, the girls do help. Melissa washes all her own laundry, keeps her room clean, cleans her bathroom, and generally is very good about not making messes. Keri I must continually supervise, or nothing would get done. There some things that only a Mom can do right. We all know it. Even if we don't want to admit it. I would not at this point have Keri mopping floors and such. She does help with dusting and things like that.