My kitchen counter caused me to lose it yesterday.
Well, it was kinda like "the straw that broke the camel's back."
I started getting everyone ready at 10am. We were going to the mall to return/exchange a few Christmas items. I begged Manga Dork out of bed, laid out clothes for the 2 littles to put on, took my shower and got dressed, woke Dr. Hubby, ironed Dr. Hubby's shirt, woke Dr. Hubby, fixed 2 littles' hair, woke Dr. Hubby, prepared the returns, woke Dr. Hubby....I think you see the pattern.
I wanted to leave at noon. The mall is a little over an hour drive and everything closes at 6pm on Sunday.
He waited til 12:15pm to get up. I lost it.
"LOOK AT THIS HOUSE. I CLEANED ALL DAY YESTERDAY. I WAS SO TIRED LAST NIGHT AND LOOK AROUND. IT DOESN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE I DID ANYTHING. THIS KITCHEN COUNTER IS A DISASTER. NO ONE WILL THROW AWAY THEIR TRASH. THEY JUST SIT IT ON THE COUNTER EVEN THOUGH THERE IS A 30 GALLON TRASH BAG RIGHT BELOW WHERE THEY SAT IT. IT IS SO HARD TO LIVE LIKE THIS. IT IS SO STRESSFUL. I FEEL LIKE I REALLY TRY AND IT IS POINTLESS. I AM CALLED GROUCHY AND HATEFUL BECAUSE I "NAG" ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE IN THIS HOUSE DOING STUFF. I AM BUTTING MY HEAD AGAINST A BRICK WALL. and so on and so forth....
He went to get ready and I made lunch. We went to town, returned the stuff, bought some other stuff, grocery shopped, and I juggled Burger King in the car for dinner so we could make it home in time for bedtimes on a school night.
This is an example of why I am on a mission to be a better housewife. But I have a warning for the other 4 people living in our home...IT'S GONNA GET UGLY. I have some retraining to do.
Tomorrow I will share how I have changed my bad attitude toward ironing!
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