Once upon a time there was a gal named Cynthia who was a good homemaker. Yesterday she was a good girl and cleaned her kitchen/dining/family room, otherwise known as the great room. This happy little gal stood back, sighed with pleasure at the sight of a sparkly clean house, and then went to pick up the kids from school. Within 30 minutes the children pillaged and plundered the pantry, strewing the home with homework, crayons, pencil shavings, smashed bananas on the floor, backpacks strewn everywhere, Ritz cracker crumbs aplenty, etc. The happy homemaker was no longer happy.
When her husband came home that night she tried to explain it this way, "Imagine that you worked so hard on some financial statements for a client. Everything was just right and you were impressed with your brains and abilities. Just then, an angry co-worker comes into your office and hits the delete key. You hadn't saved your work because it's impossible and you were forced to start all over again. But you just couldn't do the same work twice--somehow that made you feel like nothing more than a eunuch. So you watched the food network instead." The husband totally got it. Thank you.
8 comments:
is it bad that I get a tiny amount of satisfaction that I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE who goes through this.. it's like groundhog day movie on a semi daily basis (because lets face it I don't clean EVERYDAY!) solidarity sister!! if you come up with a solution to this issue aside from getting rid of the kids share would ya!
great post!
Love it!
OH! THank you! Thank you! Thank you! I'm not the only one! I am starting to dread 3:00 everyday because I know the tornado will hit the kitchen.
I like how you put it in terms that Paul understands.
I contemplate taking pictures to prove to Dan that there was a moment in time where we lived in a house void of graham cracker crumbs.
I'm so there with ya. It's like why bother, they'll just mess it up the minute it's done. That's why I like stuff like painting-it stays done.
So funny! Yet so true!
Funny I had this conversation with John the other day...
me:I'm going to sand the crayon marks off the basement stairs(they are unfinished)
John:"why? they will just end up there again."
Me: awesome-if that's the attitude maybe I should stop doing the laundry, the dishes, cleaning the pee off toilets, sweeping and vacumming-after all its just going to end up that way again.
and John sat there contemplating what he had just gotten himself into....incidentally I didn't sand the stairs yet.. but i did do the other stuff again and again.
solidarity, sister. this morning, i had a clean sink, clean dishes, swept floors, a bathroom that didn't smell like pee. now i have none of those things. sigh.
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