I used to wonder about people who said they were so busy they couldn't respond to correspondence, mow their own lawn or blog. It's all a matter of priorities, after all, and with at least 24 hours in each day, we do what we feel like.
Of course, my correspondence is awaiting replies (including a few bills), the grass is knee-high to a point guard and the blog? Yeah, it's starting to mold. Another quite graphic example of how we've shirked our housekeeping responsibilities at Casa del T-bone is that we've neglected to change our bed sheets in, well, I don't remember how long.
Our sheets are so dirty that they could rip themselves off the bed, hitchhike to the nearest truck stop, prostitute themselves for bus fair and end up hitched to a seedy sofa-slipcover in Vegas at an Elvis-on-Velvet-themed wedding chapel. All of this would happen without guilt because the sheets are really really dirty. It's a problem I hope to rectify when I get home, but even "rectify" sounds filthy.
Here are a few things that need doing at the homestead:
• The diaper pail needs emptying, but it does about every other day or we start to melt every time we pass the Riblet's room.
• There's something breathing in the refrigerator.
• Some large creature keeps moving my tools around in the garage to the point where I can't always find them.
• Our dust bunnies have multiplied so much that they are tired of multiplying.
• Rather than actually clean the glass on our back doors, we invite our Catholic friends to try to find images of Jesus or the Virgin Mary in them so they will become fake-sacred and we won't be able to wash them because of the throngs of people coming to receive a blessing from them. Yeah, it's rubbish, but beats breaking out the Windex®, right?
• There are tons of cobwebs on the broom.
• The vacuum cleaner, if I could find it, would probably be covered in dust.
• The pile of laundry that makes it to the end of our bed after we wake up is so big that it would be loads easier to just put it away rather than moving it back and forth. It now weighs more than I do.
• We'll have to use the weed trimmer on the carpet before we can clean it. And there will also be a snow shovel and rake needed at some point in the process.
The chores are even less likely to be done, because I got my bicycle back from the shop today. Of course, it is expected to rain most of this week, but I'm so ready to ride it won't matter.
Has anyone seen my raincoat?
Just enjoy your children. It's amazing how the other stuff will wait for you. Isn't it amazing how much time two little ones take?
Cas
HAHAHA! The refrigerator one got me, because I spent a while this morning pulling old tupperwares out of ours . . . some of them were unidentifiable, and I know for a fact that some were over a month old. Ugh!
Hilarious. Ashamed to admit I can relate, sans 2 little kids to deal with.
Clean laundry piles up almost as fast as dirty laundry.
Oh, my! T-Bone is in rare form!
I love the Elvis connection to your boudour sheeting woes.
Six degrees of Elvis, hmmm....
I recommend watching or re-watching the movie: My Big Fat Greek Wedding, T.
Windex will fix anything.