You've heard the term, "going postal" right? It stems from the thought that a postal workers job is never ending, the mail never stops, seemingly progress is never made. As a result, frustration sets in and inevitably, anger. And then of course, shooting up your workplace with an AK-47 or "going postal."
Well, I think as a mom of 3 young kids I can identify with our faithful postal service people. I'm fixin' to go postal on my house and my family. The cleaning NEVER ENDS!!! There is always junk, piles of papers, hair clips, bows, random items of clothing, books, magazines, scraps of paper, dolly accessories, cat food because some one decided to make "cat soup" for the cats this morning, evidences of Grace's never ending projects that she likes to make out of tape and toilet paper and most recently pine tree branches from outside. And that's just the stuff I can see from my computer! (I didn't even include the bits of items out of place that belong my Paul or me).
It'll all get cleaned up, either because I do it or because we force the children to. But who cares! It'll look just the same or worse in 2 hours, the details will just be different.
I clean ALL DAY LONG! I feel like I yell and fuss at the kids all the time to clean up this mess and that.
I'm tired of fussing about cleaning.
And I'm tired of cleaning.
And I'm tired of the mess.
And, I'm having a bad hair day.
I'm might go postal.
I'm with you girl! I like too much order which isn't an option, trying to tell myself that daily.
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh when I just read this. Right now all this Christmas mess is about to make me postal. I feel like I just clean up all day long and it still looks like a tornado went through my house. Oh well...I try to tell myself that if they don't care I won't care...at least for today.
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