Since my husband has been off work, more or less, since October…I’ve been taking a mini vacation of sorts myself. Before Archer was born, I used to be obsessively on top of my household duties. Laundry, dishes, picking up, vacuuming, dusting, bathrooms, rinse and repeat. Day in and day out. Since having Archer…my priorities have changed. I let certain things slide. I make sure the dishes are washed and the bathrooms are cleaned, and I also make sure to pick up toys and tidy the living room whenever I can, but that’s about as far as my domestic magic is spread. I forgot how exhausting getting up 3 times a night is, and coupled with chasing a toddler around all day long…well, I can’t be bothered to give a damn.
If I’m being honest here (which I am), I’m not sure who’s to blame for this recent development. I used to be on top of my housework and I used to cook every single day, back when it was just the three of us and back when Matt was working full-time. So what’s causing it? Which one of those handsome devils is the cause of my laziness? Matt, who’s literal mindset is “don’t worry about it, we’ll get it done…later“, or the baby, who keeps me up and sucks the energy from me faster than he guzzles back breastmilk? Or, perhaps it’s neither of them. Maybe it’s the toddler to blame, for giving up nap time and making me run around the house after him. Maybe it’s all three of them. Maybe it’s winter, too. Winter sucks, winter means most of our activities need to take place indoors 99.9% of the time. I have a child who does not enjoy playing in the snow, unless I bring snow inside for him. I shouldn’t talk, I hate going outside in the winter too. Even just going from the house to the car to wherever we need to go is daunting on me. When it comes to ice, I’m like Peter Griffin on the new stairs…
Seriously. I fall nearly every time. Poor Matt has to get both the kids in the car, because I’m too afraid of falling and taking them down with me. We seriously need to purchase some salt. And a shovel. And an ice pick. Or a condo in Florida.
So, I’ve been letting things fall to the wayside. I haven’t been as “on top” in my housewifely duties as I feel that I should be, and I feel guilty. Matt could care less, really, it’s me who’s all irritated with myself. I know, this is where you would say “well Jessi, get off the damn computer and clean your house”….
Sigh. You’re right, I should, it’s that easy. But both kids are otherwise preoccupied, and I promise as soon as I’m done writing this post I’ll do just that.
Do you find yourself seriously “slacking” in the housework department? What’s to blame? New baby? Full-time job? How do you keep motivated when it feels like you have no time?