What Happened To Relaxing?
The irritating chore bug bit me yesterday…
It was one of those days where my ADHD was in full swing as I started gathering the overwhelming amount of wire coat-hangers from the closet…
I could hang up clothes…
This could be washed…
Start the laundry…
I should get the plastic dry-cleaners bags and take them to the garbage can before the garbage is picked up…
I should run these bathroom rugs down and wash them…
I can clean the bathroom floor…
Why don’t I clean the bathroom counter and put things away…
Wow, I should put my short clothes in the bottom rack….
Well you get the idea! It was not pretty, especially when you consider the other normal chores throughout the rest of the house. I found myself sitting down about 4 PM and realizing the items not completed on my To-Do list! You know what that means…I have more To-Do today! “I am so thrilled…NOT!” Oh! Remember when I said there would be one more practice for Christmas Eve music…make that three! And that is not counting the different groups…Ladies Quartet, Ladies Trio ( which is the Ladies Quartet minus one who will with family Christmas Eve), Mixed Quartet and the Mixed Ensemble. Fortunately the Ladies Quartet is singing Sunday morning and the others will be Christmas Eve! That means at 5:15, or there abouts, the musical performance portion of my holiday season will be over and I will be free to…COOK! But that is another post!!!!
This is the last week of school and my 20 year old is helping my parents for the next week. So with a quiet and empty house I shall begin my day! “Who am I kidding?” I have already folded the clothes from the dryer and put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and started it. I need to wrap 10 more presents for my hubby’s office staff and then get ready to head out for one of those practices at 10:00 am. Who knows…maybe I could-just-possibly-if-I-time-it-right manage to relax before the youngest gets home!
Looks like my ADHD is alive and functioning today as well….”Lucky Me!”
“May your cup runneth over with joy, love and laughter oh, and really fabulous coffee!”
What is Labor Day without a few Labor Day Chores?
Up before the roosters this morning…as usual…while visions of basketballs bounce through two of my son’s dreams. Today is game day in more way than one. After getting hubby off to his daily grind I will lovingly motivate the younger two, as I stir them from their restful slumber, so we can leave about 8:30 for a 9am game. During the time at the church gym I may, or may not, have a practice for the special tomorrow. Once the game is over we will race home for a possible meeting with my Straight-Jacket Award inspirer and a flexible Pre-K teacher friend for VBS Planning. “Yes, I said VBS!” Once completed…it is time for focused viewing of some long-awaited college football. My team’s game is at 7PM tonight so it will be a long day.
[“Laundry moved and commuter-coffee put in hubby’s car!”]
Tomorrow I will get to sleep in a whole 20-30 minutes before preparing for my day of sound checks and time with dear friends at church. Bragging rights for the college football fans will start early with colors and high-fives. The only raising of voices will be during the singing and, of course, preaching portion of the services.”The day will be slower than most Sundays with a church-wide picnic tomorrow night. I hope to attend for a little while…seeings how my hubby would rather stay home! “Maybe I could tell him I am going to pick up dinner!”
Labor Day itself…well we will just have to wait and see how that day unfolds.
“Speaking of unfolds…time to fold the recently-removed-and-still-warm clothes.”
Those of you reading this, who have college teams playing today, I wish you luck…unless your team is playing one of my favorites…(insert evil chuckle)
“May your cup runneth over with joy, love and laughter oh, and really fabulous coffee!”
There are certain things I would much rather not spend my day doing. Our wood floors are one of those things. There is nothing simple to cleaning these aged-scratched-needing-to-be-replaced wood floors. I have been closing my eyes for the past week knowing what I would have to do.
The excuses piled up waiting to be used:
Vacation Bible School.
I should have started earlier.
I need to fix dinner in 3 hours.
I don’t think I have the right stuff to clean with.
Kids are home.
Kids are not home.
I will wait until the princess gets her grooming done.
I could not stand looking at these floors one more day…so with my coffee in one hand and Excedrin Migraine in the other… I preceded to prepare for the arduous battle that lay before me. “The reason I took the migraine medication was preemptive…and the pain never hit full-force!”
First things first, I removed all the carpets and furniture off the floor making sure to leave a pathway through the house. “I must say that the two sons, that were home, complained of the mess and enjoyed watching TV!” At least the youngest was still!
After the floor was clear I began the initial sweeping and swiffering, otherwise know as a dust mop, I then began the first mopping session. Once a section was dry I began the final wiping down and mopped again. “We don’t need the special little surprises of dog hair and left over remnants of boys waxed into the floor!” After the second cleaning and mopping was completed and dried it was time for the waxing.
The evidence of a family running in and out of the revolving door was erased spit-spot and I was finally looking at a sad-wood-floor-in-need-of-a-shiny-glow. Starting with the foyer I quickly applied the wax making my way through the kitchen. I allowed the foyer to dry and applied the second coat. “The floors were so happy and sucked the first coat of wax in like a child devouring a snow-cone on a hot day.” Once the first coat was dry I began the second coat. My 19 year old decided, at that time, to make his presence known and tried to cross from the stairs to the dinning room. He leapt across the foyer and his foot landed short of the carpet…sliding in the wet wax about 12 inches. “Mom…you missed a spot!…bye!” He was out the door before I could turn around and see the long mark and the smear in the hallway to the garage door.
With racing determination I quickly reapplied the wax to those smudged areas and continued where I left off. Finally I headed to my chair and put my feet up. It had to dry!
The final results:
The good news is I will not have to do this until after school starts back. “Trust me…I will not have to do this for another two months!” It was and is very satisfying to walk through the house and see the shine reflecting the different lights. The next big project is the refrigerator…but I have two weeks! Why two weeks? I need to clean it out before we leave for our vacation otherwise the boys will have no room for the junk food they buy. I am off to do a few other chores and some more vacation planning.
My To-Do List for the day:
Change the sheets.
Sweep and mop bathroom.
Put out new…really, we bought them yesterday…towels and bathroom rugs.
Mail Father’s Day gift.
Put gas in the car.
Pick up dry cleaning.
Plan dinner and cook!
Wash a load of clothes…yep, one load! (That’s all I have to wash…unless I make a load of towels from my bathroom and the boys bathroom.)
Maybe shop for another pair of capris!
Vacation planning…making a list a places to visit and shop!
What have you got planned for the day? I hope you are able to get everything done and take pride in your accomplishments. I will continue with my day…Have a great day!
The gentle sounds of the crickets fade giving way to the shuffled songs, from my iTunes favorites, as my morning alarm breaks my sleep. I rise and reach for a sweater or sweatshirt! “My husband likes a cool house…I usually have my fuzzy socks on my cold feet daily.” I make my way to the hall, leaving the door cracked, in case my furry companion wakes up, and head down the stairs. I move through the darkness, in a haze, and reach for a cup…pour…zap…mmm, Coffee! My routine! This daily schedule seems automated but comfortable. “I could probably do it with my eyes closed…but who wants to clean the possible mess?” Let’s Keep It Routine!
We set up routines to make things flow in our scheduled day. Routines can be a teaching tool for a child: tying shoes, brushing teeth, washing hands…peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I made lunches everyday for three boys…it was quite the symphony! The boys were thrilled that I remembered who liked mayo and mustard and who didn’t. “They were a little picky!” As they got older they were given the task of making their own lunch… When we adopted a little seven year old boy…things changed! The boys had started making their lunch, by themselves, when they were 10, 9, and 6! “Don’t worry..I was right there.” There were days that mom had to step in and make lunches because of the bathroom rotation or the chaos surrounding the sock basket. “Ah..good times!” The boys were all in High School, with one graduating a month later, when our youngest joined the family. He was seven years old with no concept of routines. The routine making of lunch became a screaming fire-drill. “Sadly it was our routines that had to change.”
It was easier to make it for him and sometimes one of the other boys would step in and make it for him. I would be helping him get dressed…or tying his shoes…well your get the picture. He was quite the handful and still is! He had been allowed to dictate what he wanted from how he dressed to what he wanted for lunch. He told me, on several occasions, to get him a Happy Meal from McDonald’s and bring it to the school. “That demand was met with laughter and a motherly No!.” He got upset and fought us every morning when we were making his lunch. The assortment of lunch meats and cheeses were not to his liking. The chips were not his favorites…and the cookies or snack cakes were smashed in his book bag when he got home. If this did not work then something else needed to be tried.
He has been making his own lunch for two years now. We scheduled the preparation of his lunch when the last of his brothers left for school. This gave him the entire kitchen to move haphazardly through as a solo act. No conflicts or clashing of Titan wills…just a 9 year old. We also did away with the lunch meats and gave him his own jars of Peanut Butter and Jelly. We have kept it simple for him…everything he needs for his lunch is in plastic, Tupperware like, containers. Cookies, plain chips and gummy snacks. Let’s Keep It Routine!
He talks to the peanut butter and jelly as he spreads them on the bread and places the sandwich in the bag. The messy counter top, covered with peanut butter and jelly, is still an issue. “We are working on how to be neater.” He talks to the animal crackers as he parades them individually into their bag. He retrieves the semi-frozen juice from the freezer and places it in the lunchbox with child-like dialogue. “It is very noisy in the morning!”
The asking of ridiculous questions mimics the second hand as it ticks. “Do you know this person?” “How do you say M E D I C I?” These questions were asked this morning. I stop doing my morning routine and glance at the page just above his little finger…”That is pronounced Med i chee.” Of course it was already broken down for him in his book…he just gets very impatient. He has his chores, like the boys had at his age, that he can never seem to do in a timely manner. On Mondays he gets up 15 minutes early for several reasons. Garbage day…husband’s work schedule, get organized from the weekend…you know how it is. He sets himself up for an Epic Fail daily as he chats with himself and sings and dances through the kitchen…plays in his room instead of brushing his teeth…pulling treasures out of his shoes before putting them on…then realizes the time and heads out the door. Chore are left undone…”Guess who gets stuck doing them?” He is not the only one who does not do his chores…I had to take the trash bag from the kitchen to the garbage can in the garage this morning..then take the garbage can and recycling bin to the street. You guessed it…the 21 year old son forgot to take the can to the street last night. Yep! Daddy was not pleased about that. Granted he was busy doing something important for the family business last night so that the item could be shipped out today. But come on! I have to laugh here…he just came down the stairs in a panic to take the trash out… “He heard the recycling truck come by and it woke him up!”.
Why do we have routines? As adults the question seems ridiculous but, a child needs to have them to function as an adult. What a vicious circle! Want clean socks that are easily found…wash them and fold them and put them away where they belong. “What a concept!” If you don’t want peanut butter and jelly all over your fingers when you pull the sandwich out of the baggy then don’t make a messy sandwich. “Right!” I know that if I want that first cup of coffee, and do not want to wait, I must make sure there is coffee made at night. “A pot is made before my husband gets home every night.” Let’s Keep It Routine!
Does it make me a bad parent if my morning routine revolves around finishing the chores not completed or done at all? “I hope not!” As I write this morning I am aware of the things that lie ahead of me…my routine with the added items on my list of To Do’s. This is a busy week of practices…final preparations for our Easter Music on Sunday Evening. This means my schedule will be altered significantly and, barring any unforeseen incident, things should go smoothly. I am down to the last of my latte’ and will set about making a second one in a few minutes. The house is still presentable on the surface. I will spit-shine and polish after dusting the various ceiling fans. “I hate this chore!” I really should put on a hazmat cover-all for the ceiling fans! “I wish I knew where all this pesky dust came from…I would love to send it back…COD!”
So I am off to the rest of my day…secure in my little corner of the world. I apologize if you see my life as mundane in nature…no I don’t…I love my life and it’s fire-drill tempo. Let’s Keep It Routine!
What are your routines? Do you find yourself doing things without thinking about it throughout your day? “Me too!” Speaking of routines…time for another latte’! Have a great day!