tales of housework undone
The last few days I’ve been very busy getting stuff done. I’ve finally tackled the list of yardwork that has been staring at me for most of the summer. But despite the fact that I got stuff done I ended yesterday feeling very discouraged. I have this whole list of things that I feel should be happening in my household regularly. But if I don’t make them happen they won’t. The kids should be putting laundry away once a week. Bathrooms should get cleaned more often than once a month (or less). Floors should be swept at least daily. Clothes do not belong on floors. Shoes belong in closets. Plates with food on them should not be sitting around on the counter for hours let alone days. When I am focused on it I do alright at being a good housekeeper, but there are so many things that I would rather be doing.
In theory I should be training the kids to clean up after themselves so that I don’t have to try to do it all myself. But I get so tired of making them do stuff. When they’re happily playing the last thing I want to do is begin a confrontational hour where I require them to do housework. Yet if I don’t they’ll never learn and I’ll continually feel like a failure because I simply can’t keep up with the various messes left by six people.
Yes Howard helps around the house. But if he is in his office working to put food in our mouths it seems counter-productive for me to haul him off to clean the bathroom. He works incredibly hard already.
No deep thoughts or epiphanies today. Just lingering frustrations left over from the past week.