Mount Messy House

Mount Messy House

On Saturday morning I faced a clear choice: have a fun day at the farm or stay home and clean up the disaster our house had become. I thought about what we would remember in five years and opted for the fun day at the farm rather than the chores at home. But this morning I’m feeling overwhelmed. The kids’ room is in fairly good shape except for needing to be vacuumed and to have the sheets changed. Our bedroom is a disaster. The living room, dining room, kitchen and pantry look like war zones. They need to be picked up. Then they need to be vacuumed. The kitchen floor needs to be mopped. I still haven’t finished going through all the pantry shelves and moth-proofing everything. I need to clean out the refrigerator.

Oh and did I mention that last night the kitchen sink started to back up? Dom needs to call a plumber today because he tried to fix it and is afraid the blockage is pretty deep in the pipes. All of which means I’m afraid to run either the dishwasher or the washing machine lest they backup and flood the floor and I have an even bigger mess on my hands. (Our utility room where the washer and dryer are is carpeted. That would be a nightmare if it overflows.)

I just read a piece of great advice that I should tackle the chore that is most looming, most mountainous. And yet that doesn’t help because they all seem huge and I can’t choose. I can’t imagine even finishing one, much less that conquering a single one of them will make everything else seem easier. To top it off, Bella and I have a dental appointment this morning so I know I won’t be able to get much done at all before I have to get them rounded up to go.

Some days I really just want a maid. So I can have a clean house and have fun with the kids.

I suppose what I really should do is go say my prayers. This morning I didn’t have a chance because the kids woke me up when Dom was already in the shower. If he’s out, he gives them breakfast which gives me a few minutes to pray and collect myself for the day.

Why am I here at all? Because even prayer seems like a mountain this morning. I know a soon as I sit down, all three of the locusts will descend and I will spend the whole time doling out holy cards and refereeing quarrels and telling them to stop kicking/pinching/hitting/bothering you sister or brother. Sigh.

I guess some days are just like that. Even in Australia.

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