Waiting For Super Woman

I think about blogging, a lot, but not just since starting Adventures in Crazy.  For as long as I can remember, even before blogs existed, I’ve thought in blogging terms. Every experience, interaction, and thought of mine, somehow gets formulated into an article, journal entry, story, or poem, and now, blog, sometimes on paper, sometimes just in my mind.  I guess it’s my way of making sense of the world.

Blogging, therefore, comes naturally.  Time for blogging, however, does not.

As any stay at mom knows, just because you don’t earn a paycheck, doesn’t mean you don’t work (at a job that never ends).  I’m not complaining (well, maybe a little), but staying home is a double edged sword, on one hand, being a SAHM allows me to be with my children, a choice, thankfully, that I was able make, and would have been devastated had I had to do other wise.  On the other hand, though, it also means being stuck doing mind numbing chores like laundry, and dishes, and cleaning bathrooms, which sucks, considering I’ve officially decided that I hate cleaning.  But, even if I had a cleaning lady, my work would still not end, unless, maybe she was a live in like Alice.  Mrs. Brady did it right.  But alas, unless I hit the lottery, there will be no Alice in my life.

Back to reality.

I’ve made no secret of my struggles with organization.  I eat up the blog I Heart Organizing, hoping that one day, I will catch the bug and start sorting and printing out labels for all my belongings, but for all my organizing, things go right back to where they started, a mess.  It is beyond frustrating.  In fact, I’m surprised more housewives haven’t gone mad from doing the same job over and over again, only to have it undone by others (you know who you are), sometimes in less than twenty four hours.  This just happened to me, yesterday. I had just finished cleaning the downstairs bathroom, when Little Lady, standing in the middle of the den and in all her poopy anxiety, yelled, “I’ve got to poop!”

I grabbed her and whisked her away to the bathroom, but not before stepping into a nice warm pile of poop.  Oh, the glamourous life of a SAHM.  I guess my whisking, prompted her tight butt to unclench thus unleashing it’s contents mere inches from the bathroom.  I can’t complain too much, though, at least it wasn’t on the carpet.

But here’s the point, not only did she interrupt my cleaning mojo, because now, her poop smeared body (oh, yea, she was also using her hand to try and hold it in and then using said hand to hold onto to the toilet and brush her hair out of her face) needed to go in the bath, but the pooped smeared toilet and dumped on floor needed cleaning too. To Second Son’s amazement, I just threw my socks away.  I tried to explain to him that I didn’t care that they were brand new, I wasn’t about to spend my time wringing out a pair of poopy socks.  I’d rather go barefoot.

Anyway, one year ago, blogging fit into my life very easily.  One year ago, little lady was still napping, I still hated cleaning, and it was natural to ignore most of the housework and blog, while she was napping.  But housework isn’t like your teeth, no matter how much you ignore it, it still doesn’t go away.

Little Lady no longer naps, and I no longer have that much time to blog.  Any other monkey in the wrench, respiratory illness (like First Son is battling now), a weekend trip, basketball games, messy house, dinner, decorating, returning, etc….and well, it’s very easy to get overwhelmed.

So, while I’m waiting for Super Woman to show up and relieve me of all the mundane chores in life, so that I can do more fun things, like blog, I’ll be cleaning my house (again), trying to plan dinners (again) and getting my house in general order to put on the market (again).  So, if in the next few weeks, things get a little erratic around here (which I’m hoping it won’t), it doesn’t mean I won’t be back, just delayed, cleaning house (literally and figuratively) and continuing to fight the good fight!  Because, unfortunately, for now, there’s only one Super Woman in this house, and it ain’t me!I love this girl!

Happy last day of January.

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