I ran across this comic on Reddit today and it is pretty much how I feel right now.
My least favorite chore is washing dishes. I hate it because I can wash all the dishes, but unless I’m home alone (which rarely happens), there will inevitably be a dirty dish on the counter in the next 30 minutes. I can spend an hour cleaning the kitchen and no more than 6 hours later it is a huge mess again. The only solution is to be constantly washing dishes and wiping things down as if I were some kind of dish washing robot.
I think it’s actually driving me insane. I don’t want to be a dish-washing robot. I want to be a person.
But this is my “job”, as it were. Keep the house, because someone’s got to. There really isn’t a way out of doing your chores, no matter if you are 10 years old or 35.
So in the end, I do the very tasks I despise as a way of keeping my mind off the fact that I hate doing them so much. Somehow, it usually works. But other times it makes me feel even crazier.
Can I get an AMEN?
Here’s what we’re having for dinner this week:
Monday: Coq au Riesling and Broccoli Salad with Bacon and French Bread
Tuesday: Roast Beef Sandwiches with leftover Broccoli Salad
Wednesday: Deer Steaks, Roasted Squash, Salad
Thursday: Spicy Chicken Soup
Friday: Baked Salmon, Caesar Salad, Parmesan Pasta
Today Portland Moms Blog posted a piece I wrote about becoming a mom of older kids.
There isn’t a word in the English language that accurately describes changing from being a mom of young children to being a mom of older children. A mom who’s done making more kids and is now concentrating on growing up the ones she’s got.
While the English language isn’t going to honor us moms of not-babies-anymore, I will.
Classroom Christmas parties are over, winter break homework packets have been disseminated (ugh), and teachers have gleefully ushered the last of their pupils of the (calendar) year out their doors. I’m so glad my kids’ wonderful teachers get an extended break to unwind, relax, and spend time with their families. I am.
But now I have three kids at home all day, every day. And I’m starting to wonder who these older kids are. They seem so different than the ones we dressed up in new uniforms and dropped off at school in September.
December in Oregon is has nothing to do with the weather itself but rather the attitude of the person in it. Case in point: We’ve been getting amazing amounts of precipitation this month–magnitudes that I have never seen since we moved here almost ten years ago. There is a lot of lowland flooding, and the Tualatin River is astonishingly high.
Naturally, the rain is cold and wet, which makes certain people pretty miserable. And I admit, flooding makes people miserable. And achy joints makes people miserable. I get it.
But sometimes you’ve got to turn the drawback into a strength. Rain makes puddles. When was the last time you did some unabashed puddle-jumping? The Husband and I took advantage of some kid-free time last weekend and ventured out into Tryon Creek State Park. We hiked a short-ish loop and I got to field test my birthday present: a pair of (snow?) boots that are great for marching through puddles without caring about my feet turning cold and wet.
Viruses, bacteria, and their ilk must love my family lately. The Husband was ill for most of the weekend with what we figured out was either norovirus or food poisoning (the entire office got it), and Oompa Loompa (that’d be my 5-year-old son) has had a fever off and on for the last four days. Friday he woke up at about 10 p.m. with the most frightening cough/stridor/gasping for air I’ve ever heard. I was thisclose to calling an ambulance, but we got him calmed down and thankfully had no more croup symptoms for the rest of the night. It scared me so much that I slept in his bed with him that night so I could keep watch, which he absolutely reveled in. That boy.
It’s funny how illness can affect different people differently. Oompa Loompa has always had a bad time with coughs, and this wasn’t the first time he’s had a croup-like cough (although it was the scariest). When Munchkin was little, she would get sick with the stomach flu more than the others ever have. She also has an interesting array of innocuous anatomical anomalies. Stitch is the only one of my kids who has ever been on antibiotics (PRAISE THE LORD!), although she started her run early with and eye infection/possible cellulitis at ten days old.
The Husband doesn’t get sick very often, but when he does it is usually the worst out of all of us. Last year a round of hand, foot, and mouth disease tore through our city. Oompa Loompa was the first to get it, then the rest of the kids, then me, and then The Husband. And while we developed a few of the tell-tale lesions here and there on our hands and feet, The Husband got a hundred of them all over not only his hands and feet but also his arms, legs, and face. In his seven years on the job, he had to call into work sick for the first time because nobody wanted him in the office! While he was sick and infectious, I had about 12 different family members in town for a family reunion, and half of them were staying in our house. To top it off, a few months later he lost his toenails, which is also a side-effect of the disease.
Thank God, I haven’t been sick too often, because as a stay-at-home-mom, I can’t call in sick! The best I could do would be to throw some mac and cheese and some dried fruit at the kids and leave them to the Netflix Nanny. Then The Husband would have to repair any damage Stitch would have inflicted while running wild. Weekly Menu Monday: Sukiyaki Tuesday: Bison Burgers with roasted sweet potatoes “fries” Wednesday: Kids’ Night (Gluten-free corndogs, more sweet potato “fries”, carrot sticks) Thursday: Firecracker Salmon, steamed broccoli, rice Friday: Lemon Chicken Orzo Soup with Cobb Salad Saturday: Chicken Marsala (always double the sauce!) over pasta and a side salad Sunday: Loaded Ramen