Alright, well first of all Happy Summer. When I last left you (nonexistent readers) it was February. I never ended up finishing that one post that I wrote and I had some very not nice feelings about someone and you know what...months later it is just laughable. I think I was concerned about people's reactions to me getting a dog and some were not super favorable.Not in terms of ownership but more so because people were questioning the type of breed it was. But in the end...my husband and I love our little Miss Charlotte. She destroys everything we give her but so far nothing of our own stuff. She is a cuddle bug and always greets you at the door with a wagging tail (that is if you get home after your husband). She is an absolute darling- watch now she will do something awful today. Good thing I won't be home to deal with it. :p Have fun hubby!
Anyway....
I really want to get back into writing on a daily basis. (LMAO like that will actually happen with me) However, I shall make an honest attempt at it. There really isn't much to say but let's see. Well first of all, in terms of keeping my house clean- we are getting better but we definitely aren't there yet. I implemented a plan with my husband where we set the timer on the microwave for 15 minutes and we see how much we can get done downstairs in the kitchen, living room, dining room, and front hall in those fifteen minutes. I think knowing that there is an end in sight helps him to want to help me clean. Hey-I'll take whatever I can get. We try to do this every night. On the plus side the surface cleaning looks nice but I need to remember to do some dusting/organize cabinets...but there is always tomorrow? Why oh why do simple tasks like that seem like it will be never ending and you just want to put it off forever? Maybe I can just set a timer for 15 minutes and try to do one cabinet or heck maybe even one shelf at a time. I'm kind of scared of my kitchen island cabinets...no joke.
Upstairs is another story and it seems like the first floor is well not so much company ready- more so I'd be ok with opening my door if my neighbor or UPS man knocks on it. However, I'd be mortified if someone had to go upstairs. The hall is full of laundry, my bedroom/2nd bedroom, bathroom are all a mess. The sad thing is this area should be peaceful, an oasis. Somewhere pleasant that I want to hang out in- instead I just go upstairs when it is time for bed and spend most of the night downstairs...in front of the tv...gulp. I wish the 15 minutes plan that we do downstairs could maybe make its way upstairs?
In my husband's defense- I will say this. He cooks a lot of dinners and at his job right now his status is being a student. He is in class from 8-4 every day and then does a study session for an hour. At night he spends 3-4 hours studying. He isn't just sitting there and doing nothing all night (kind of like I am when I get wrapped up in tv. I just need to do some cleaning upstairs and downstairs- and then allow myself to watch some tv.
The truth is though- I feel completely burned out when I get home. I clean up after dinner and then think about upstairs and I'm just so tired. It's not like I have kids and have to do stuff for them- but I'm just burned out. I just need to grab my phone, set a timer, and GET IT DONE! I guess I just feel embarrassed because it seems like my friend's houses are clean ALL the time. I guess in my defense though- one works from home, another one works part time as a nanny, and another one also works part time at two different jobs. They have more flexible schedules and probably spend more time at home. Sometimes, ok a lot of times I sit there at work and fantasize what it would be like to stay at home, clean, make nice meals for my husband and take care of things- to have the time and energy to take care of things. Then I realize that won't happen until I have children and I'll probably be so stressed out at that point that I will be sitting there dreaming about going to work everyday. I guess I can't win. lol.
Well tonight I'm getting dinner with some friends so I am excited for that. I hate when I'm the one that picks the place to eat because I'm always so worried that something bad will happen and people won't have a nice time. But honestly...how badly can Panera Bread screw something up? I'm sure it will be fine. Wish me luck and someone make me get my butt in gear and spend some times upstairs cleaning tonight- heck-even if it is only for 5-10 minutes...something!
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