I exclusively do laundry without my children present. It’s usually while they’re sleeping or out of the house. Well, today it didn’t work out that way. I took too long doing this or that, and they woke up before I’d even started folding. I decided to try what I saw countless moms do online: have your children “help” you fold. It was a disaster ladies. After an hour, I had one out of three loads done, and everyone was crying. I’m not totally sure why, but no one was happy. I stuck the other two baskets of clothes in the garage, turned on a movie, and cuddled with my kids.
My house was exponentially messier than it was when I started, and despite multiple group clean ups, it still looks terrible now that the kids are asleep. And you want to know what I’m doing about it? Nothing. Yev and I decided to use out emergency date night fund to order sushi, and I’m sitting here drinking wine, waiting for him to get back.
Is it just me, or does it feel impossible to keep the house clean? You would think that being home all day allows for multiple opportunities to clean, when in fact, it just amplifies your work load. The cleanest house I have is when I’m out all day. Because no one is home to make a mess!
But I continually hear, “You’ll miss these days. Hold them close.” I know they’re right, but when you’re in the lion’s den, all you can think about is getting out. You have a hard time enjoying the adrenaline rush.
Well, I bid you adieu. The hubs is here with sushi, and no one will stand between me and food and wine right now. Love you all 😘.