For the most part, I love being a Stay at Home Mom. But, on occasion, being part of the “hey, today I can wear pajamas…again” club makes me want to scream. With my eldest being a “one hand on the hip…roll your eyes to the right…and sigh” chick-a-dee, and my youngest in the midst of a terrible bout of separation anxiety that makes my head want to explode, I think what I’m about to announce can be understood:
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There are several levels of clean to be achieved. They all seem to depend on exactly who is walking through your door. Immediate family? Not a problem. People who have small children and understand your plight, therefore won’t pull out white gloves? Again, not so bad. However, there is a fine line between “company we don’t see that often” and “Child Protective Services” clean. Really, there is nothing like having certain folks come across the threshold that makes all the clutter and grime just jump in your face and scream SLACKER! Never you mind it was all livable and quite honestly, invisible to your eyes, until they showed up.
It’s been a long few days in the Maniacal house. I have family in town, and we have been getting together for dinner.
As any parent with small children can tell you, leaving the house isn’t easy. You have to pack up everything you own to keep them entertained and/or safe. By the time you drag your exhausted and whiny brood home, all you want to do is drop it all and crawl into bed.
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I live in conflict. I love having order, and I hate cleaning. Since I have no one around to help me resolve this conflict, my hatred of cleaning has been winning out. But God blessed me with a little girl who loves to clean. So, today we decided this would be the day to get the house in order. But then, while working in the kitchen, I decided to put the television on as a little background noise. I mean, Georgia Tech was blowing out North Carolina by 20. I really wasn’t interested. Then, the game changed, the Tar Heels started coming back, and Graves was lighting it up from the three-point arch. Before the Yellow Jackets could call a timeout, I was on the couch, yelling and screaming at the tv as if coach Roy Williams could hear me.
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Is domesticity a word?
Well, if you look it up and it is, in fact, in the dictionary, you will most definitely not see a picture of yours truly next to it.
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