Tuesday, April 8, 2008

The price I pay for a weekend away.

I never think of my life as being overly busy. My kids aren’t involved in sports and activities every night (just Thursday night and Saturday morning), I work a normal week and so does Homer and I try not to load up the weekends too much. I keep on top of things like laundry and dishes, homework and projects, social engagements and family obligations. I’m generally pretty organized and together. But then, I took a weekend off.

Homer did a great job home alone with the kids last weekend. They had a blast, even if that meant loads of take-out, new toys with teeny-tiny parts and mastering the craft of making paper airplanes. I was away, so groceries didn’t get purchased, laundry didn’t get done, the kids weren’t made to tidy up after themselves, there were a lot of dishes left “to soak”, bathrooms didn’t get cleaned, carpets didn’t get vacuumed. I’m not saying that I always DO all of these things, but I do make sure that SOMEONE does them.

All last week, I felt frazzled. I eventually caught up on getting the clothes clean, but it was Sunday after dinner before everything was folded and put away. I felt like I was scrambling all week for school lunches, because I didn’t have my usual supply of lunch foods. Every room was pretty messy; I tried to do little bits every night, but I’m still not caught up a week later.

I was away for THREE DAYS, people! It seems inconceivable to me that we live that close to the brink of chaos, but it’s apparently true. And now, it’s spring! Don’t get me wrong, I love the warmer weather, the clear roads, the longer days. BUT, the melting snow reveals the gardens that need tending, the lawn that was never fully cleared of leaves, the sun porch that didn’t fare well over the long winter and, of course the bane of my existence, the pool. It’s like I have a whole extra house to get in order and the original one is still in a state of disarray.

Homer is right this moment clearing out the garage and making a trip to the dump and Goodwill. He has promised to help get the house back in order and to work on the outside with me. This is why I love him. Because, even though he does not share my frustration - he doesn’t mind the house looking “lived in”; he doesn’t see the dirt; he cheerfully insists we have the best house on the street, even with the weedy gardens and patchy lawn – he understands that I am uneasy with it and he will make the effort to get it to the point where we’re both happy.

11 comments:

Jess said...

This post makes me really glad we live in an apartment. Thank god we do not have to deal with a lawn. And when we do, I am soooooo not going to be the one who mows it.

Chantal said...

These jobs are so much easier when someone else is there to help eh. My biggest problem in summer is that I love being outside. I will forgo house work for gardening any day and my poor house suffers (well it suffers all the time but that is another story).

Welcome to our World said...

I love all the outdoor work but I too feel a little overwhelmed by it every year. That and my house suddenly seems so yucky like I hardly cleaned it all winter even though I did!

I always feel a little out of it for a few days after getting back from a trip too. I guess it is the nature of the beast.

JMC said...

I KNOW. On the rare occasion I go anywhere - EVEN IF I TAKE THE KIDS WITH ME - which tells you something right there - it takes me 2 weeks to catch back up to our normal level of chaos.

Pickles & Dimes said...

I hear you on having a lawn and garden to take care of. All during the winter I miss it, but then when it's time to get up early so I can weed it before work or mow it in the evening, it seems like a lot of work.

Family Adventure said...

You just described my life. To a T. And your Homer is my Mike. How funny! :)

Hope you get caught up soon. I know exactly how stressful it is until things are put 'right'.

Heidi

Misty said...

Yay Homer! I love it when a man just wants his wife to be happy. You don't usually hear a lot about helpful men in the blog-o-sphere.

It will get done. I know you probably feel crazy (because that is how I would feel - and do feel). But it will get done.

SLynnRo said...

My husband also relentlessly mocks me about my perfection obsession re: the apartment. And yet, good sport that he is, he soldiers on and helps me. It always amuses me when he gets suddenly Fussypants about something. It's beautiful.

Haley-O said...

Yeah, the hubster does ALL the lawn work 'round these parts. I just go "that's nice" when he shows me his hard work. Yeah. I'm a real green thumbs....

Tessie said...

I totally get this. I never feel like I have "too many balls in the air" either, but it sure seems to reek havoc when I let one fall to the ground, even briefly.

Nowheymama said...

"It’s like I have a whole extra house to get in order and the original one is still in a state of disarray."

Yes, exactly. Then I feel guilty for feeling that way after I've been complaining about the snow for so long. But our yard is nas-ty.