I know in a lot of houses mail might get left on a counter for a few days, or the dining room table might get piled up with stuff that needs to be taken care of soon, but in my house there was an entire room devoted to "I'll get to it later". The most unfortunate part was; that entire room is Hub's home office where he actually tries to work sometimes. That wonderful man kept his complaining to a minimum (he deserves a medal).
Now I have some great mom friends. We swap stories about the fun and not so fun aspects of raising our kids. We complain about getting the kids to school, preparing dinner, and housework. We curse housework. If not for housework, our lives would be almost perfect.
Usually when conversing with my friends at some point I will confess that my house is messier than most. Being the understanding and gracious friends that they are, this confession is usually met with statments along the lines of:
"I'm sure it can't be that bad." (I have photographic evidence to the contrary.)
"I can't even imagine how busy you are with 3 kids!" (My kids are only signed up for 2 activities and I am terrible at showing up to those on a regular basis.)
"I can barely keep my house clean with my kids, I can't even imagine having to deal with all 3 kids." (most of my friends stopped at 2)
When these lines are said to me I smile and nod and happily move onto the next topic of conversation.
My friend's comments leave me wishing that any of those was the real reason that an entire room in my house turned into my dumping ground. Instead the real culprits are laziness, procrastination, and an amazing ability to turn a blind eye. Whenever stuff comes into my house it sits on my kitchen counter (lazy). When it is time to clean my kitchen counter everything gets dumped in a pile on the office floor to be dealt with later (procrastination). These piles grow, spilling out of baskets onto the floor making it difficult to even walk in the room. The next time my kitchen counter needs cleaning I open the office door, brace myself, dump the new pile on top of the old, and run away (turning a blind eye). And so it goes until:
|(I am lucky my husband still lives with me after I did this to his office.)|
Suddenly, I realized that when I go back to school I am going to need this office too. Uh oh! The office has been in this state for so long that I am fairly certain I could have waited until June to remedy the problem. I could have procrastinated - I'm really good at that. But instead I decided to not be totally selfish and give my sweet, tolerant husband some time to himself in a nice, relaxing office - at least until I come in and take over with all my school books and homework.
Thanks for living with me Michael!