3 More Facts

I thought of three more facts to add to my list that I started a couple of months ago. This is how fast things get done in my life. Actually, the truth is, after working my fanny off trying to get my house clean today, I'm treating myself to a little ME-time. I don't know if I deserve it or not, but I'm going to take a little anyway! (Today I washed 7 sets of sheets, cleaned up lots of nasty poop and throw-up, washed, folded, and put away about 7 loads of laundry, cooked a nutritious meal for the fam, and kept the sink empty of dishes. If you came over right now you would have no idea that I worked so hard, but I did. I also helped the kids catch up on about 3 days of homework. Just thought you should know.) Anyway, on to the facts...

1. I SERIOUSLY DISLIKE GETTING READY FOR BED, so I only wear make-up a few times a week. When I don't have make-up on, all I have to do is brush my teeth, say my prayers and hop into bed. People who come to my house at noon on a normal day wonder, I'm sure, why I still look terrible. But most of the time, my image is not as important to me as is NOT having to spend 3 extra minutes getting ready for bed. By the time I've spent an hour making dinner, an hour cleaning up dinner, and an hour putting the chickies to bed, I'm simply too tired to wash my face. Silly.

2. My main dislike in the homemaking job description is putting away laundry. Folding it is not too big of a deal to me. My mom would die, but I usually wash about 6 loads at a time, lump it on the couch that night, and stay up late with Swen watching a show and folding laundry. I then either keep it folded in the laundry basket or set it by the kids' doors until I can bring myself to put it away. Once I get started it only takes a few minutes, but it's something that I put off if I can possibly help it.

3. I LOVE newly washed sheets, clean floors, and sparkling counter-tops. If my house is a mess, it really affects my outlook on life. I begin to get overwhelmed and discouraged, and all I want to do is escape into sleep or a book. If my house is clean, I have seemingly unlimited amounts of energy-even if I've only gotten 2 hours of sleep. With 4 kids, however, it's hard to keep the house as clean as I'd like it to be. It seems like the second I get the kitchen clean, the kids decide it's time for a snack. I vacuum the floors and someone accidentally drops and steps on a saltine. I wash the sheets and someone throws up all over them. You get the idea. I really have to force myself to stay happy in spite of the mess.