Yes, I am still alive. The blog has been silent this week, which means that my life has not.
There has been Brownies, Cub Scouts, Music Together, a field trip to the Waste Water Treatment Plant, and various volunteering activities at school … plus don’t forget the never-ending laundry, cooking, grocery shopping, and tidying. I am pretty sure you all are familiar with this situation.
Tidying has been particularly intense the past few days. The contractor completed the last stage of replacing the carpet with wood floor. This time it was the older kids’ rooms and the stairs.
This meant that the copious contents of the two oldest children’s rooms were regurgitated all over the bottom floor of the house. I am faced with a complete and utter disaster. If a tornado had hit, it could not possibly have been worse.
Clutter makes me mad, so my only option was to attack it all today (my first day free of other activities) or “go postal.”
So far I have gotten rid of four garbage bags of trash, plus a large box for the thrift store (the kids keep taking things out of it though, so that part is still under negotiation).
I am tired and grumpy, but after much quality time and “help” (or not) from my three children, I leave you with this deeply philosophical thought:
Why do children want to “help” all the time when they are 2 and you don’t really want them to; but when they are 6 and 8 and you need their help, they are no longer so enthusiastic?