Back to Work

The week of Nate being off has come and gone. While it was nice to have him home I also got a taste of what it would be like to have two children.... not pretty. Messy house, dirty dishes everywhere, and serious threats to get out of bed thrown around became the norm of each day. I guess it would more be like having a teenager and a toddler but you get the idea. Of course I helped being lazy by turning a blind eye to the mess.

The sobering reality of the mess hit me today and I am kicking myself. Ugh. I just want to crawl back into bed this rainy fall morning. Turns out that the time change brings the toddler out of bed earlier and makes my eye circles a little darker.

What is it about cleaning house that I find absolutely terrible? Could it be the never ending task of everything? The cyclical monotony drives me crazy! That's exactly why I could never work in an office. Belle brings me quite a few curve balls but the base of my job haunts me. Running the house is key to keeping the family happy. Clean clothes, dishes to eat on and a safe environment to play in and live.

I guess it doesn't help when someone poops in the bathtub. No, Nate didn't poop in the tub but I honestly would be more surprised to find out he took a bath than pooped in the bath. Tasks like these derail me from the dishes. When you have a choice as to which task to clean first you always choose the disgusting one first.

Not sure where I am taking you with this post other to say that all I want for Christmas is someone to clean.... not because I don't have to time but because our family is gross and I prefer to hide behind a facade of cleanliness instead of being faced with it daily.

Back to reality. Back to work. Toddler gymnastics then laundry :)

Sara