Tristan and toby just left for two nights at their grandma and grandpa's house. They always look forward to it. It's nice for us too because parker and eliza are that much younger and less demanding.
This time though i didn't want them to go. We've had such a nice spring break of doing not much of anything, but days packed full of fun little adventures. We've just been enjoying being all together. Eliza really misses them when they are at school. Parker is still a little bit too young for her to really play with. This is the biggest problem with her not going to preschool – she gets bored.
Anyway. After they left i was thinking how spring break is just about over and all the fun things we never did. It's always this way. After they go to bed, or in this case away, i always make plans and think to myself "tomorrow i will do better. i'll let the house be messy and the laundry pile up. it will be fine!"
But then the day comes and my time is so consumed with the work part of running a house full of six people. How i wish we could afford cleaners. And come to think of it a chef and someone to do the laundry. Oh! And the gardening. But we can't. And you know when i let things pile up? It stresses me out. I get all agitated and grumpy thinking about the work i will just have to do at some later point. So the day is broken up by bits of housework and bits of fun.
It's the best i can do. But i always wish for more time. More time with them and more time without them. Something like a 36 hour day.
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Dooode, I wish I had that many hours and I only have one kid!
I SOOO relate!
Have you ever seen Flylady.net?*
The advice on that site totally helped me get my housekeeping under control after Boyfriend and I moved into this big row house and I was used to the upkeep required for a tiny apartment. I found it made things much less overwhelming. But then, I don’t have four kids. Four pets, but not four kids.
Anyway it’s kind of fun to read in that “junky home decor magazine” kind of way.
J.
*Warning: some of it is mega-cheesy and occasionally edges into sexist territory (“Why can’t my husband make the damn bed himself?” I yell at the computer screen)