It’s not me, but thanks for linking to the blog. It’s hysterical.
Crouched in the corner with her trophy! That is funny,man how many times have I felt that way.
I earned it.
I was responsible for,like,3 days in a row.
Thankfully I can’t relate to that one, but some days I definitely fall into the sneaky hate spiral trap, especially if I had trouble sleeping. I showed that entry to my boyfriend and now I can make him giggle by frowning and saying “stop pushing on me!”.
Ugh, I feel really old and boring after reading that.
I really like doing “adult stuff,” because it fills the gaps in my day. It’s lawn mowing day! It’s trash day! I’m going to exercise today! I think I’ll clean my room! I have to sweep out the garage!
That sort of piddly adult stuff is something for me to look forward to, because I don’t have anything more exciting prodding me into putting it off.
I have a boarder/roommate living here who can’t pay rent, so he cleans the house once a week as “payment.” He also shovels the walk in the winter and runs the weed trimmer in the summer. He also does the dishes when there’s dishes to be done. Since he’s moved in, I honestly miss the hour or so a week I could be spending cleaning the house. Sometimes I do the dishes before he gets a chance to do them, so I have something to do.
sigh
Yes.
And I’m 37.
And the mother of two.
That just says it. It’s very hard to do day-in-day-out stuff for me. In an abstract way, I believe wholeheartedly that staying at home, raising my kids, and running the household are worthy pursuits just as important as any employment. But the sixth time I have to sweep up the kitchen in a day, I just feel like crying (or blowing everything off and posting here!).
I actually think it started because I never had to do anything really challenging as a kid. And I never ever had to do anything a little bit at a time, using discipline and planning. My mom coddled me on the housework front, and I am naturally amazing with school and taking tests. I graduated undergrad and law school by ignoring most of my reading all semester, then reading the entire book during finals week. (I’m not trying to brag - “I’m soooo smart.” I’m just good at cramming and regurgitating information. A skill not terribly useful in real life.)
I’m also a perfectionist and a depressive, so tasks always seem like they will take hours and hours that I don’t have, so I don’t do anything. I’m working on curing myself by holding my nose and doing the FlyLady thing, and it is helping.
I love love love
I often say stuff like, “You want me to take two kids to a meeting in North Raleigh [30 min away] - why not ask me to go to the moon?” or comment that readying said children for an outing to the pool takes as much preparation as an expedition to Everest.