To all the mommas out there, Why do we try to clean our houses? It is like a mouse stuck in a wheel. Wake up, people want to eat, cook, make a mess in the kitchen, clean up. What seems like five seconds later, kids want a snack, clean kitchen again. Try to squeeze in some vacuuming, while your toddler tries to trip you because she feels this is the time we should be one again. Distract toddler with cartoons in another room, which only makes you notice the mess in that room too. After you are done cleaning that room you think, since kids are distracted, youll try and meal prep for the week. Thus baking begins and the kitchen is a mess again. While cleaning the kitchen again, your toddler escapes the trance of the TV and brings every single toy in the neighborhood into the living room. Somewhere between the Thomas the train and the hot wheels must have been a Baggie of cherrios. These are now confetti on the carpet. Ding ding ding, oven is done!!! You suddenly turn into an octopus trying to take items out of the oven, trying not to burn yourself, as you lift one leg to block your toddler from wanting to touch hot! Its like a bad game of Twister. Then the boys emerge soooooooo hungry again. Make lunch, make kitchen a mess again. Kids eat like ravaged beasts, dining room is filled with the remnants of their meal everywhere like a food fight just ended. The wheel spins and spins and just when you finally think Ive one upped them at 7pm with a clean kitchen, the husband comes home. He is craving african donuts or pancakes or whatever they are called. All you know is that he is entering your clean kitchen!!! Cupboards open, Kim, do we have coconut??, do we have self rising flour, do we have evaporated milk? Slam slam slam, shuffle shuffle, oh you dont dare enter the kitchen now. The smell of heated oil fills the room, not the delicious pumpkin Scentsy wax that you just put in the warmer to conceal the stench of the 10th stinky diaper you have changed so far. You sit on the couch trying to ignore what awaits you. Your toddler thinks this is the perfect time to play catch me if you can with markers and crayons. Hubby finishes cooking, only to give a quick kiss goodbye as he is off to work. Bye. Then its like a horror movie where the lady stares at the closet, scared to open the door, but knows she will and there will be a monster inside. You enter the kitchen and it looks like one of those staged kitchens in a febreeze commercial. How did one man make this much mess???!!!!!????? Its just not fair. I am seriously thinking of putting a sign on my door that says, Enter if you dare, Husband and three kids live here. Dont judge the mom.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 04:29:56 +0000