organized chaos

I started taking Mondays off from school to utilize at least one day a week to catch up on the myriad of nonsense that apparently needs to be done around here. But I’ll be honest. I’ve been lax in the Getting Things Done Around The House category. Stuff above and beyond everyday needs.

Now, if you want to talk to me about the Writing category, the Personal Hygiene category, the Meet-Your-Personal-Yell-Quota category, or Eating Three Squares A Day category, then I’m good. I take care o’ me.

Then there’s the issue all moms deal with. Why even bother? It will never last, it will look like a tornado again 5 seconds later, and I’ll feel like I never even did a thing. And some days are such a blur, I feel like I didn’t get a thing accomplished.

So for the sake of posterity, I did a little photo journaling of a few of the various self imposed tasks of the day. And if you must know, I almost decided against this post because I just knew someone would exhale a big gust of exasperation and think,

“What in the freakin’ heck is this woman trying to do to the inhabitants of the internet? Kill us slowly with the mind numbing mediocrity of a house wife? We have our own chores to obsess over daily! Enough!”

And to that person, I’d like to say. Point and click, Friend. Point and click.

I started the day with this catastophe. There’s the jerk in the midst of the laundry maze, making himself right at home. Never lifting a paw. Jerk.

8 loads and 12 hours later…

Washing and drying I can usually handle. It’s that dadgum folding thing that chaps my hide. Maybe I accidentally took an extra ritalin today. Hmm….

Now, this is one thing I’m really good at putting off. I usually make one of the older gremlins take The Cuteness to bed and such, so I don’t have to experience the spike in blood pressure when I come up the stairs and see this room. Jackelope just doesn’t possess a whole lot of domestic skills. It’s not for lack of trying.

He’s just better at being Black Spiderman.

But it’s been worse. Trust me. I didn’t even have to turn into the Tasmanian Devil to get it done in a timely manner.

Then the whining commenced. Because the hair had grown long enough.

You’d think after 10 years of haircuts, he’d quit looking at me like this when I break out the shears.

But Jackelope. Oh man. He’s the reason I put this chore off as long as possible. But in the end, he endured with the promise of gum when we finished, and was a happy chap.

And then there are all the interruptions to deal with. I know you all are most definitely tired of seeing spiders around here, but they are infiltrating my house. After meeting Arachnid King, I’m just not freaked out by the likes of this little peon anymore.

Nothing but cake.

And this image just brings peace and joy to my soul. There’s nothing quite as soothing as walking into a clean kitchen. It’s a rare gem, that.

Just don’t look too close.

You’ll see I don’t demand perfection. Just the appearance of. From a distance.

looking for this?