Yesterday I posted this picture on the facebook page.
That was part of my kitchen yesterday.
The other parts didn’t look much different.
But I was impressed with the level of disaster.
And, again, I thought…
I bet there are other moms out there feeling like their house is a mess.
Thinking it should look better.
So, I took a picture and posted it.
People thanked me, which I thought was funny.
A lot of people noticed the actual sink more than the mess.
But, as I expected, there was a Judge Judy.
There was one person who disapproved with a
Why? Why? Why?
Do them right away or shove them in the dishwasher…no excuse for that, sorry…..
I’m not surprised.
But, since you asked, Irene, I’ll tell you why.
I’ve got 7 kids here. 5 of them are 8 and under.
They make a mess.
We don’t really have any money. And just like I don’t exaggerate when I say my house is a disaster, I don’t exaggerate when I say we don’t really have any money.
I don’t use paper plates. They cost money.
We NEVER go out to eat. That costs money too.
So I have 7 kids who make a mess, and I make them three meals a day.
Do you have any idea how many dishes that creates?
Or how many fucking times I load, empty, and reload my dishwasher every day?
At least 3.
Do you know how difficult that is when there is a 21-month-old who goes straight for the knives as soon as you open the dishwasher door?
Oh, and then there’s the fact that since we are completely broke,
I am using every spare minute I have right now to develop and run my e-course and teach swim lessons.
You know, so I can feed my family.
I guess I could skip those things.
Who needs money?
My kids don’t really need to eat.
Oh, and then there’s the working out.
Because if the choice is clean or exercise, I go with exercise.
You know, because I don’t want to go fucking crazy, and take every one of those dirty dishes in the sink and smash them on the floor.
In a fit of mom rage.
So that’s why.
Oh yeah, and then there’s the travel baseball. And the swim practices.
And the fact that my parents are on vacation so my dad isn’t around to babysit. And I can’t afford a babysitter.
I forgot about Homeland.
I did choose to watch that yesterday during nap time.
Because I need a fucking break. And maybe I have a tiny addiction to it.
But also because the kitchen is at the bottom of the stairs, which leads up to Number 6 and 7’s bedroom, and every time I do the dishes when they are sleeping, I wake them up.
So I never clean the kitchen at nap time.
So that’s why.
But you know what else? Sometimes that happens because, well, I just don’t want to deal with it.
There’s one more thing.
Yesterday I had 30 free minutes.
I spent it with my kids.
In the yard. And in the pool.
In 5 or 10 0r 20 years, my kids won’t remember how many dishes were in the sink.
But they’ll remember Mom teaching them how to swim. And how to throw a baseball. And pushing them on the swing.
Watching them do “this trick!!!”
Or making them a picnic, spreading out a blanket, and sitting out in the grass, on a very beautiful July afternoon, to eat with them.
I will remember them saying,
“Mom! This is the best day ever!”
Because of those 30 small minutes.
There’s no excuse for that sink?
Oh, Irene, yes.
Yes there is.
Actually there are at least 7 excuses.
Now, as for being a judgmental, critical female, who feels the need to make other women feel like a failure?
Why? Why? Why?
No excuse for that… sorry…