I am a “work before play” kind of person. When I was a little girl, I used to do all my homework on the bus so that when I got home I could go straight to playing. When I got older, I never wore much make-up, not because I didn’t care how I looked, but because I had better things to do besides stand in front of a mirror looking at myself. When I got my first apartment, I made up a schedule to take 10 minutes or less per day to clean my home. I worked quickly so that I could enjoy my reward of being done and being able to relax without some responsibility hanging over my head. Some might call it lazy. As it turns out, there is a fine line between laziness and efficiency.
In this house, there are 3 newborns, 2 new mothers, 2 exhausted husbands, 1 stressed-out grandma, 1 rambunctious six year old, 3 cats, 2 dogs and 2 possibly belly-up gold fish (I’m not sure, I haven’t checked in a while). Who’s going to cook? Who’s going to clean? Who’s going to do the laundry? It’s quite a challenge.
If cleanliness is next to Godliness then I’m sitting in the back row. It’s not so much that things are dirty as they are cluttered. I came to the realization while I was pregnant that I just wouldn’t be able to keep up with everything. And I can’t. I have to prioritize what’s important to me. At this time, I don’t care if the floor gets mopped; I’ll get to that when the babies start crawling. I don’t care that there are dishes in the sink from last night; they’ll wait, believe me. I don’t care if my shirt’s a little wrinkled; it’s got spit-up all over it anyway. Grandma, I love you and I love it when you help me with my laundry. Please don’t stop. But please, please, please don’t fold my underwear. You’re wasting your time. Not to mention those are my own personal “unmentionables”.
(Written August 25, 2014 – 8 weeks old)
Term that has Lost its meaning: “A place for everything and everything in its place”
Bible Verse: Luke 10:40-41 “But her sister Martha was busy doing all the work that had to be done. Martha went in and said, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are getting worried and upset about too many things.”
Double Talk Quote: “Mica said she had a wet diaper.” – Grandma. What she meant: “Mica said Bella had a wet diaper.” Pronoun usage – implies Mica had a wet diaper.
Relatable Lyrics: “Some Might Say” by Oasis https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJUSKRyeFpo
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Comments on: "Dirty Dishes & Folded Panties" (8)
I enjoyed reading this and I love the creative way in which you end your posts with the “term that has lost its meaning”, bible verse, double quote and song lyrics – they are just great! It sounds like you’re juggling quite a few things, eh? You continue to be amazing!
It will get easier all around, right? That’s what they all say….things get easier in, oh, 15 years or so! Just kidding!!!! 😉 Hang in there, sweet mama!
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Thank you Dyane! “It will get easier.” I do hear that a lot. My guess is that it will get easier in some ways and harder in others! Sometimes I pray, “God, you know me, what were you thinking?” But if God didn’t think I could handle it, he wouldn’t have given me all these little blessings! Plus it probably gives Him a good laugh watching me sometimes.
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*Four cats! & the goldfish are still swimming, even in their green water ^.^
I know what you mean about priorities. I am so proud of you every day & I am serious when I say that if you need any help, at any given time (even if its in the middle of the night!) please let me know & if i am able to help at that moment, i will be more than happy to do so! We are in this together! Love love you sissy.
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Thank you Sars, right back at you! & yes, I mean 4 cats (seriously, Mommy Brain, duh)! Glad to know the fish are okay.
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But I LIKE folding panties (LOL!!!)…
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that is just so funny that the family responds back on here! 🙂
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A good reminder about what’s really important!!!! And I stopes folding our unmentionables a few years ago. 🙂
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