Thank You, Mother!!!!
Ever since Addison has come along I have been absolutely terrible at managing my time. I've always got either too much or too little; too many shirts to iron or too few ideas of how to entertain the boy. I'd get to the end of the day (we're talking every day) and wonder how I could possibly be so tired when the house was still a pigsty and I'd run out of fun and educational activities for Add by 9 a.m. It really stunk. That's all there is to it. I felt like an unproductive slacker slob. And I was kind of sad.
And then my mother rocked my world.
This is her with Add:
My mom has ten kids. Five of them still live at home. The oldest is 25 and the youngest is 4. She's slim and trim, smart, taught each of her kids to read before kindergarten, knows how to work and doesn't mind getting sweaty, and grows a mean tomato. She is also the most organized person I know.
So as I was telling her of my woes (see above) one day, she told me about a secret book that makes your house clean. It's called Sidetracked Home Executives. When my mother tells a secret like that, it's a dumb idea to ignore it. I ran to the computer and bought it for 3.99 on Amazon. And now I have a clean house! Like almost all the time. Someone very famous and glamorous and rich (or even worse - someone I'll see again) could come over to my house at almost any given moment and I wouldn't be mortified! (Unless they went up to the loft, but we'll broach that subject another day.)
And not only is my house clean enough for Martha Stewart to do a white-glove check on it, but somehow I've discovered that it is not my job to be Addison's personal jester all the time. It's just my job to live with him and teach him and keep him from eating rolly pollies. I cannot express in any way (including poetry and ballet) what a relief that is, although I sometimes fail at the latter of those three. So he follows me around while I sweep the floor and rides in the laundry basket when I'm folding clothes and we have a very fun time of it.
The moral of the story is this: if you come over to my house, DO NOT go up to the loft. Just kidding. I am passing along my mother's advice in hopes that it will save someone else's life too. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go be domestic.
And then my mother rocked my world.
This is her with Add:
My mom has ten kids. Five of them still live at home. The oldest is 25 and the youngest is 4. She's slim and trim, smart, taught each of her kids to read before kindergarten, knows how to work and doesn't mind getting sweaty, and grows a mean tomato. She is also the most organized person I know.
So as I was telling her of my woes (see above) one day, she told me about a secret book that makes your house clean. It's called Sidetracked Home Executives. When my mother tells a secret like that, it's a dumb idea to ignore it. I ran to the computer and bought it for 3.99 on Amazon. And now I have a clean house! Like almost all the time. Someone very famous and glamorous and rich (or even worse - someone I'll see again) could come over to my house at almost any given moment and I wouldn't be mortified! (Unless they went up to the loft, but we'll broach that subject another day.)
And not only is my house clean enough for Martha Stewart to do a white-glove check on it, but somehow I've discovered that it is not my job to be Addison's personal jester all the time. It's just my job to live with him and teach him and keep him from eating rolly pollies. I cannot express in any way (including poetry and ballet) what a relief that is, although I sometimes fail at the latter of those three. So he follows me around while I sweep the floor and rides in the laundry basket when I'm folding clothes and we have a very fun time of it.
The moral of the story is this: if you come over to my house, DO NOT go up to the loft. Just kidding. I am passing along my mother's advice in hopes that it will save someone else's life too. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go be domestic.
I'll def look into it! I was just eyeing the small piles of clutter on our computer desk, book shelf, etc. wondering similar evil thoughts. BTW (I don't know why I remember this), but Happy Birthday, Nate!
ReplyDeleteWow, I'll have to get that book as well. It feels like I clean all day, my house is still a mess, and I haven't spent enough time with my kids...
ReplyDeleteThanks for the info!