Know what I hate most about being a stay-at-home-mom? The monotony. I don't mean that staying at home is monotonous, because we go on fun little outings and have plenty of adventures. What I mean is the day-in and day-out work it requires to keep the house running smoothly and functioning well. Not that it has been or anything.
Recently I've been balking when it comes to house cleaning and tidying because how depressing is it that it all just needs to be done again in a week or even a few days later? Ugh. I wash the same sheets. I vacuum the same floors. I scrub the same toilet over and over and over. It doesn't feel like I'm working FOR anything. A job well done is its own reward is it? Well I'm not feeling rewarded. I'm feeling rather pouty and like it's not faaaaair that I should have to slave away. More kids will just make it all worse. Bah humbug. Woe is me. Somebody call the waaaaambulance.
I'm feeling especially hopeless because Kem is a little destruction machine. She's not toddling cutely around any more. She's sprinting at top speed. Walking is no longer something to do in and of itself. Walking is for getting places as fast as possible. You have things neatly stacked and organized? Kem will unstack and un-organize them for you in .3 seconds flat. And she does not hang around to admire or play with her handiwork. No. She's already on the other side of the room destroying stuff over THERE. You thought your trash was safely in the can? Not anymore it isn't. You left a stack of papers too close to the table's edge? Ta-da! Now they're scattered all over your dirty kitchen floor! You forgot to put the folded laundry away? Well now you get to fold it all over again! She's a perfect whirlwind of destruction. Pushing, pulling, poking, dragging, grabbing, moving, tearing, banging, sliding, opening, closing, nudging, slamming, dropping, carrying.
She's learning so much about her surroundings and I'm learning so much about patience and priorities.