Sometimes I get to thinking that I should really do my homework, while it's early... ya know? But then I realize I can't because I have housework to do, or dinner to cook, so I will start on cleaning and then move on to deciding where to start.. I usually start with the dishes because they seem simpler and less time consuming, but then I realize I have 6 white bowls, but only 4 are in the sink, so I have to hunt down the other 2, because... I must.. So I go out venturing to see if I can find the other 2 bowls, right? Well, on the way through I find a dirty sock, which aggravates me because I swear I told my child to pick this up... but no matter, I pick it up because it must be done. Then I realize there's a towel on the chair and a shirt on the table, and grab those too, I then start thinking that I wonder if there's any more dirty laundry in the house, maybe I can start a load of laundry.. that's pretty simple right? Well, then I go searching for laundry to see my daughter's room is a horrible mess, so I start picking it up because it's easier than arguing with her about picking it up herself. I find in there, a remote control that doesn't belong there and go to take it to where it belongs and stumble upon a bottle of shampoo in the hallway that I meant to put in the cabinet days ago but forgot to, so I grab the bottle of shampoo since I now have to pee and go in the bathroom to do that. Meanwhile I still have clothes in my hands that I've gathered and am not putting away the shampoo, but while in the bathroom I realize the toilet is in DIRE need of a scrub. Well, it won't take too long, I'll just scrub it real quick. Oh, and the tub and sink too... because I'm here... so why not...right? Then I go to sweep or mop and realize the broom is upstairs but the dustpan is downstairs. No problem, I tell myself... I'll just sweep everything into a pile and then when I go to do the laundry, I'll come back up and sweep the pile into the dustpan and be done with it. But then I spot a spoon in the boys' room and go in there and HOLY LAUNDRY! it's everywhere! So, I start picking up the mess, deciding what's dirty and clean is near impossible, but I do it and find a juice pouch and a WHITE BOWL! Well... I feel accomplished! I found the white bowl! wait... what was I doing? oh yeah. laundry... gotta put a load in the laundry... finish putting away the boys' mess and sweep and pick up the toys and make the beds and then I move to go downstairs and realize there is poop on the wall... yep;... poop.... SO, I MUST clean that because GROSS! so I'm scrubbing and get that done and feel gross and go to wash my hands in the bathroom... I see that I never remembered to rinse out the tub and trip on the trash I swept.. So now I have to pick it back up and try using my hands as a dustpan but that doesn't work well, so I go back to my original plan and decide to come back with a dustpan. Get downstairs to realize I left the clothes upstairs I was going to wash, but I have the bowl! So, I decide I'm going to wash the dishes I can find and find the bowl later, but then the phone rings and I cant wash dishes and talk because the water is too loud and I constantly worry about dropping my phone into the sink. So I wander the house for a while on the phone talking to the caller. When the call is done, I realize i's already 3 and I haven't pulled out anything for dinner yet! Then I go to the freezer to locate something for the dinner food and realize the inside of the fridge and freezer is gross and *sniff sniff* when did this expire. Oh no... time to clean this out... now... an hour later, everything is out of the fridge, the fridge is half cleaned, my kids are home and asking what's for dinner, I tell them to do homework and I'll tell them later. I continue cleaning out the fridge and then finally around 5 it's done. Meticulously and in the best order and the condiments left have been washed off and put back in and arranged so they'll all fit where they belong and the old things are in the trash can but the trash can is full so I decide I should change the trash bag and my husband walks in the door... looks around and asks.... "What did you do all day?"Â
"Well," I tell him, "I washed dishes *points to the cold soapy water and dirty dishes* "and I did laundry, but the kids' rooms were a mess and then the bathroom was gross and I was going to make dinner but when I opened the fridge, I saw it was nasty so I started cleaning it."
"So, nothing then?" He replies.
"Well, no.. I did a lot.. of....every...thing..." I sulk as I look around to see that I haven't accomplished 100% of anything I started to do and now I have to find a quick/easy dinner because everything is frozen and I get frustrated... I feel tired and sad now. I'm thinking..... that maybe... I should just go lie down because I'm tired from all the work I did without accomplishing a thing and exhausted from the disappointment I see in his eyes because he doesn't understand that I tried to do a lot, but my brain .... got to thinking..... Â
