Where in the hell is my housekeeper?

Friday…my day off work. Husband is at work…kids are at school…and I get the day all to myself. In a perfect world my husband would let me hire a housekeeper so I could partake in all of the activities I can’t do while my kids are home. You know, those activities like sleeping, watching a television show without interruption (seriously, it took me 3 days to get through one 40 minute episode), or catching up with an old friend. Ahhh, a housekeeper…

The reality is that I spend my day off catching up on my housework. I’m finally getting around to cleaning out my freezer, mopping under the fridge, folding laundry, or any other job I’ve put off all week.

Friday is my husband’s day to get the kids off to school. Usually I spend time the night before getting lunches ready so all he really has to do is make sure they get clothes on and walk to the bus. I have a pretty great husband, I know. Since he lets me lay in bed for an extra hour on Friday (yes, I said lay; not sleep) I am not allowed to complain about the outfits my children are wearing when they arrive home. It’s a small price to pay for a morning free of chaos.

Each week I challenge myself to get a specific number or list of chores finished before the kids get home from school. When I first started my challenge I aimed big. I would everything I needed to do then set my goal at 100% completion. I failed every single time. Then I remembered that I was the one who made the challenge, made the list, and set the goal. I could make the goal whatever I felt like making it. Now I aim to get 3 things finished on my list. The next week I hit my goal. The week after I didn’t.

The week I didn’t hit my goal I was pretty mad at myself. At first I couldn’t figure out why I was so mad, but then it hit me. I don’t like to fail. My resume says “Signed 250% of yearly sales goal within first 6 months of employment with X company.” How is it that I can’t manage to complete the simple task of chores, but I can convince clients to give me 250% more money than my employer wants? I get super competitive when someone challenges me. Even when that someone is myself.  I get why I beat myself up over not reaching a goal at work–my paycheck looks a little crappy, but I can’t wrap my head around why I get so mad at myself when I fall short of a goal at home. It’s not like my house will burn down if I don’t mop under the fridge this week (it won’t right?).

I’m learning to just live with my at home failures. I don’t have mold growing rampant in my kitchen or bathroom…yet. In fact, last week my kids saw me scrubbing down the back splash in my kitchen and asked, “Why does it have to be perfect? In an hour you’re going to fix dinner and splash sauce on it, say bad words, then break out the bottle of wine. Why not wipe it down after you cook dinner?” You’re right kid! What difference does it make if I wipe down the wall now or tonight when the day is done? If a friend stops by and doesn’t like it then screw them.

Friday…still my day off. Still don’t have a housekeeper. Still failing at keeping a perfectly clean house, but now I don’t care as much.

 

 

Keep the Transmission Fluid at Sea Level

 

Today’s daily post challenge is…

Of the people who are close to you, who is the person most unlike you? What makes it possible for you to get along?

Geesh! This prompt stumped me for a bit. I have to choose someone close to me? That was a challenge in itself. I don’t like people really. I mean, I like my husband, and my kids, and most of my family, but after that I tend to keep my distance.  I have a few friends but they know I really don’t like people, so they are cool with my occasional disappearing from Earth act. It’s just me; take it or leave it.

Anyway… I got a little off track there. The person most unlike me? My husband…has to be my husband.

  • I like to make firm plans with friends and family; he likes to make a tentative plan then fill in the details as we go.
  • I like to spend money on the important things in life like boots; he likes to spend money on silly things like bills.
  • I like to spend my free time being productive (you know, marathon watching Netflix while browsing Pinterest); while he likes wasting time playing video games

See! We are nothing alike!

The thing that really keeps us together is being able to tolerate (an appreciate) the other persons likes and interests. I have no interest in playing video games with my husband, but I know that’s how he relaxes. He see’s no point in my stressing out over planning meals, store trips, and meetings with friends, but he understands my need to keep things under control so I don’t go insane.

We also have to keep a good sense of humor about everything. We are able to laugh at one another, I mean with one another, without getting our feelings hurt. Just yesterday he was so kind to get my oil changed in the car for me. When I get home I take a glance at the paper the oil change place sent home. Next to transmission fluid the tech wrote in something. I thought the something said ” sea level”. I asked my husband why it was important to note that my transmission fluid was at sea level. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, shook his head and said, “that says sealed”. Now, I’m not illiterate, the guys handwriting was terrible! I probably laughed harder at myself than he did.

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The recipe for a great marriage (at least for my great marriage)? Appreciate each other’s interests and keep your transmission fluid at sea level.

Life is too short too…

It’s time for my daily post challenge! Today’s prompt is…

Fill in the blank: “Life is too short to _____.” Now, write a post telling us how you’ve come to that conclusion.

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But really, it is. It’s also too short to not enjoy what you are doing. I don’t enjoy folding clothes, but I throw on my favorite TV show and have at it. I don’t enjoy untangling my daughters hair, but I do take enjoyment in saying “This is why I told you to comb it before bed.”

Enjoy life. Do something every day that makes you enjoy your life. Even if it’s a simple as drinking a glass of really good wine.

Ha Ha! Jokes on You!

I’m doing this challenge on one of my other blogs, so I decided to extend it to this one. (My other page is a professional page, so my answers are not nearly as fun as they will be here.)

Today’s prompt: Someones you a voice mail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

This message is from my mom. The beginning of the message reads as follows:

“Sweetie, yesterday when you came by to pick up that box of stuff I noticed the dark circles under your eyes and look of defeat across your face. After you left I started feeling guilty. I feel like I lied to you for so many years while you were growing up. I told you that marriage was great. Kids are wonderful blessings from God. While all of that is true, I feel like I left out a lot of important stuff. Marriage is tough! You don’t just meet someone and magically agree on everything and never have to work at it. You will fight. You will disagree. There will be days you want to lock him out of the house. Sorry, I forgot to mention those parts. Kids are a blessing, but also demons. You will be tired. You will lose friends because you just can’t make time for them. They will vomit on you. They will make you wish you had stayed a virgin. Did I mention you will be tired? I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye!”

Dammit mom.