Breaking Point
I've been on vacation for about a month now. It started the last week of June and lasted until yesterday. For some reason I just stopped keeping house. I got sick of ironing, tired of washing dishes, burned out on grocery shopping, fed up with answering the phone and stopped making meals. Instead, I've taking naps with Pixie, cavorting at the beach and staying up till small hours playing Scrabble with my little sister. How could something so wrong feel so right?
I put a load of laundry in the washing machine at our apartment complex over a week ago and forgot about it. Spike has been moping around the house talking about missing clothes ever since but I thought he was just being dramatic. Then on Tuesday, just to appease him I went down to the laundry room to look for the missing clothes he kept talking about and there in a mildewing pile were his dress shirts, Pixie's summer dresses and a freshly tie-dyed tee shirt that had bled all over most of the garments. Ashamed, I brought the clothes upstairs and silently presented them to Spike. Thankfully, he spared me the "I told you so." On his way out the door to work he softly let me know that the freezer had been left open all night and all our food had spoiled.
Even I have a breaking point. After surveying the damage to our frozen goods, I took a good look at the apartment for the first time in weeks. There were heaps of pots covered with molding food in the kitchen, a fly swarm around the diaper pail on the porch (I put raw turkey burgers in there and forgot about them), scores of unanswered messages piled up on the machine and my baby's hair was full of dreadlocks and jelly. With a sigh, I realized my vacation was over. I don't know what got into me - I keep hoping that this place is going to run itself and keep being proven totally wrong.
So the pendulum swings yet again. I really wish I could do the "moderation in all things" bit but I'm just not built that way. Yesterday I made my epic task list, and starting tearing through it at a frantic pace. I ironed for almost 2 hours yesterday. I'm sure I'll burn out in a while and have another bought of sloth overcome me. Isn't there a term for people like me? Oh yeah, "disgusting."
I put a load of laundry in the washing machine at our apartment complex over a week ago and forgot about it. Spike has been moping around the house talking about missing clothes ever since but I thought he was just being dramatic. Then on Tuesday, just to appease him I went down to the laundry room to look for the missing clothes he kept talking about and there in a mildewing pile were his dress shirts, Pixie's summer dresses and a freshly tie-dyed tee shirt that had bled all over most of the garments. Ashamed, I brought the clothes upstairs and silently presented them to Spike. Thankfully, he spared me the "I told you so." On his way out the door to work he softly let me know that the freezer had been left open all night and all our food had spoiled.
Even I have a breaking point. After surveying the damage to our frozen goods, I took a good look at the apartment for the first time in weeks. There were heaps of pots covered with molding food in the kitchen, a fly swarm around the diaper pail on the porch (I put raw turkey burgers in there and forgot about them), scores of unanswered messages piled up on the machine and my baby's hair was full of dreadlocks and jelly. With a sigh, I realized my vacation was over. I don't know what got into me - I keep hoping that this place is going to run itself and keep being proven totally wrong.
So the pendulum swings yet again. I really wish I could do the "moderation in all things" bit but I'm just not built that way. Yesterday I made my epic task list, and starting tearing through it at a frantic pace. I ironed for almost 2 hours yesterday. I'm sure I'll burn out in a while and have another bought of sloth overcome me. Isn't there a term for people like me? Oh yeah, "disgusting."
Comments
2. Perhaps flylady.net could help.
3. You're not disgusting.
PS, Thanks for showing Nubsy Wubsy such a grand time. I'm sure Dallas will be completely boring after surfing the LA beaches, hanging out in Hollywood, doing Chinatown, etc. Oh well; we do the best we can.
So here's why your darling angel mother signs in as Anonymous: I feel awkward trying to post as my Black Labrador, Carmencita, Infanta Gloriosa, [who can lick my lips anytime she pleases and I lick back!] and I sure don't want to start up a third blog with all the posting I already have to keep up with. I expect my entries are obvious enough. But seriously, I want to hear about that deleted post! Did you go too far? Did you get an actual spam? What?
Oh, wait. I figured out how to use the 'other' box. Will do. xo