I really hope that when Mike comes home tomorrow night he will be so happy to be home he won’t notice this as he walks in the door:
Bear is sabotaging my every step. That is a pile of books she keeps pulling off the shelf. they are Fluffy’s books. I would put them away, far far away from my four year-old tornado but can’t cut off my budding reader’s access to literature. I feel like a frat mom in an 80s movie. the kid is constantly turning over chairs and climbing on tables.
Just look at what they have done to my kitchen!
Nah, I can’t pass that off on them, it is all me. I haven’t had a chance to get the dish washer loaded or anything else. Honey, if you’re reading this, I demand a housekeeper next time you leave. I can’t take this cleaning-the-whole-house shit.
This is the part where I am supposed to say something like “Now I am off to clean this pig sty” but I can’t. I have homework to do then I have to go get treats for Bear’s class party, then take her to a Neurology check-up, take her to school, socialize with the parents, go to Fluffy’s school, schmooze there and help clean-up after her class party, then come home and get my work done.
All of tha totally justifies my lack of cleaning and my raging Starbucks addiction.
Send help.
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Well if cleaning didn’t suck royal ass I too would be much more willing to do it thouroughly each time and on a regular basis.
I feel your pain.
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Oh, when my son was a toddler he used to pull ALL of the books he could reach in my whole house off of the shelves EVERY DAY. And I was a comparative literature major in college so I have A LOT of books. At one point I was literally spending two hours a day just putting books back on shelves. It got so bad I finally demanded from my husband that we buy new bookcases with glass doors on them for the living room. We did. Best money I’d spent in years.
Of course, then the kid still would pull books off the shelf in the regular bookcase in his room, but at least that was contained to one room.
Is there someplace you could put the books where Fluffy could get to them but Bear couldn’t? My own son (who has, thankfully, fully outgrown his former tendency to pile books on the floor) is pretty adept at getting onto a step stool to reach the books in his room that are on a higher shelf.
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Ugh. That is what my house pretty much looks like. We have stuff at both houses, the old one and the new one and it just sucks that every time I turn around there is more stuff. Stuff everywhere. All I see is stuff.
I fell your pain!
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*passes you a quad-quad venti*
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