Lover of Laundry July 28, 2008

Is it wrong that I enjoy doing laundry?  I have never really enjoyed laundry in the past.  This is a new love affair for me.  My dad’s wife is a lover of laundry.  Really, she is a lover of all things cleaning related, but laundry in particular.  For me, it all changed with the installation of a clothesline out back.  Of course, my washer and dryer is on our lower level  (we have a bi-level) and I have to go down, and then up and then down again to get to the back yard, but it is all okay (even the really heavy loads of towels isn’t a bother).  It takes me forever to take the clothes down and then put more up.  That is okay too.  I love being outside.  I love the smell of our clothes on the line.  I love knowing that I am doing a good thing by hanging our clothes.  I am amazed that the process hasn’t been daunting…yet.  It has only been about 20 loads I have done this way….maybe by my 100th load I will be ready to go back to the dryer.

I wonder when S and I switch places, if he will find the laundry as appealing as I will…hmmm, probably not.

Clean Up On Isle 3 June 11, 2008

So, I am in Walmart yesterday.  H is sitting in the front of the kart, E has the basket part of the cart to herself…sort of.  I have tossed in bubble bath, maxi pads, sidewalk chalk.  You know, the regular stuff from Wally World!  E pipped up that she had to go to the bathroom.  Of course, this store is being renovated and the bathrooms have moved.  So, after walking one way across the store to no avail, I started to back track my way through sporting goods.  Just as we got to the yoga matts, E squats down and pees.  AGGHHH.  Okay, I am a horrible mom.  I just walked away.  Nothing in my cart had been hit.  E had on a dress so that was fine to.  I whipped off her patines and tossed them in a garbage bin.  I turned the cart around and headed for the gardening section.  I bought my plants.  I paid for everything.  E never mentioned the incident.  I played dumb.  We made it home in one piece. 

Today, I feel sort of bad.  This isn’t the first time I have just walked away from a mess in Walmart.  A bit ago E was walking beside me down the laundry detergent isle.  She thought she would help by lifting off a large bottle of Tide liquid soap.  She is strong, but not that strong.  The jug hit the floor and started to ooz blue liquid.  I snatched E into the cart and took off.  I found myself in electronics, hoping no one would have seen E’s blunder.  We paid.  We left.  I felt bad.  Hmmm.  I need to be a better mom…and maybe send a card and some flowers to the store.

Woe’s Me May 31, 2008

I am a spiteful wife.  I watched in blissful contentment while my husband fried bacon, whipped up french toast and chased children around the kitchen.  The counters are covered in last nights party mess on top of which the breakfast chaos has been piled.  The food has been eaten and now there is work to be done in the back yard, which means my husband is skipping down the back stairs and leaving me alone in the house.  I guess my spitefulness has caught up to me.  I have to clean up the mess my husband made while I sat in blissful contentment.  Hmmm.  Maybe I should have helped when I had the chance. 

Now my children are covered in sticky syrup and are bouncing on a sugar high.  We are heading out to do groceries the three of us.  I see mayhem in my future.  At least I have gotten out of helping lay the sod in the back yard and the concrete patio.  Maybe the back yard would be less adventurous compared to the fruit and veggie section of Safeway with two todders in tow. 

Although my husband is very progressive in his views on marriage and parenting, I still find that I do the majority of the house work.  I don’t know why this is.  I wish it were different.  I wish he did more laundry and would vaccum the floor and scrub the toilet without having to be asked….three or four times.  I don’t know why it is that the interior of our house falls to me to keep in order, while the outside fall on his shoulders.  I consider myself pretty lucky to have a guy who is so hands on with the kids and is capable of cleaning.  I guess I want it.  I want my husband to work a full day and then come home to finish the laundry I started and wash the floors I just vaccumed and then to thank me for the wonderful supper I have cooked and quickly clean up the kitchen so it is spotless while I read a book or have a bath.  Is this too much to ask?  Oh, in my perfect world it would be bliss.