I'm soooo tired of laundry and cleaning house. Sometimes, I do 5 loads a day and the mountains of laundry look like they've barely been touched. And making beds? Psshhh. Forget about it. I gave that up a very, long time ago. It makes no sense to make a bed (especially when you have as many kids as I do) only to get back into it the same day! Really-- think about it? That's a waste of a very valuable 10 minutes I can use somewhere else in my day like hiding from the kids in a coat closet or on better days maybe even reading to my children because we all know how important that is. And the dirty dishes are killing me!!!! There's always a mess somewhere. When I'm busy cleaning up one mess, I turn around to find my sweet Ben or another one of my children has made another! Why do I even try? I'm officially going on strike! As of right now!
This morning, I came across a quote by a woman I have grown to idolize, Erma Bombeck:
"Housework, if you do it right, will kill you. No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on crooked. This is sick. There’s something wrong with a mother who washes out a measuring cup with soap and water after she’s only measured water in it."
My response to her: