I’m having a bad week. I have PMS. I gave up Diet Coke. My mild cold is turning into a horrible cold. It’s half-days of school. My house fell into disarray somehow. If I turn my back for one second, everything springs from its rightful home and throws itself to the floor.
I mean, how else can you explain the clutter on the floor throughout my living room, kitchen and family rooms? I do not throw things on the floor myself, so it’s mystifying. Well, it would be mystifying except that I know the kids are to blame. For instance, this afternoon my bored 8-year old daughter resorted to running laps through the living room and kitchen . . . she propped the Costco-sized package of paper towels in the doorway so she could hurdle them.
So, that explains eight paper towel rolls scattered everywhere.
I am to blame for the enormous containers of food on the counters and kitchen table. I didn’t have time to put the Costco food away after returning home today. It would never occur to the kids to put anything away. I have failed as a mother.
I can’t believe how much continual effort it takes to keep the tide that is my children from continually depositing debris everywhere upon the shore that is my house. I need a clone of myself who can devote herself to being a housekeeper since I clearly am overwhelmed.
And with that, I’m gathering up the pile of snotty tissues by my keyboard and throwing them in the full trashcan and going to bed.
Tomorrow is another day. I hope.