You know I’ve just figured out why I find motherhood so bloody hard – it’s all the housework that comes with it.
Truly I shit you not, I could put up with the fights, shits, grumps, tantrums and back chat if I knew that some other sucker had to clean up after my ferals – I mean angels.
It felt like all I did today was pick up after them – and the Husband – who is an useless as tits on a bull at cleaning/picking up.
And don’t get me started on how often they need feeding, especially my two boys, you’d swear I’d never fed the ravenous souls.
It’s always eat, eat, eat, or SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREEECHH in the case of my 15-month-old – he’s already tracking to be a six-footer!
I can’t even sneak into the pantry to eat something I shouldn’t without one of them seeing me, they have a sixth sense when it comes to food.
But back to the cleaning, picking up toys, washing, dishes, cooking, and tidying up – I HATE IT.
I was not born a domestic goddess, I can think of SOOO many more awesome things I could be doing with my time.
And this is what gets me most frustrated about my life now, not my kids, because they’re young, so they’re supposed to be annoying, needy and messy.
It’s all the other shit that I have to do that really eats me up inside and gives me the shits.
I get angry if they accidentally drop a bowl of cereal, but I don’t really care they dropped it, it’s just that I have to clean it up.
And when someone decides to bring a pot plant inside, it’s not that what annoys me – it’s the fact I’ve have to clean it up!
Don’t even get me started on those cheap toys from K-mart that have 200 dinosaur parts that get spread all over my house.
If only I had the money for a nanny, not that I want them to look after my kids – just clean up after them.
Some 15 years ago I was a nanny in New York https://havealaughonme.wordpress.com/2012/10/28/whod-be-a-nanny-in-new-york-me/ and I did all the picking up after ‘my two kids’ and then some.
No wonder my boss was so relaxed, happy and calm when she spent time with her kids, it’s because she knew some sucker, eg me, would clean up after them.
Not much I can do about it I suppose, unless I become an overnight success in some aspect of my life.
And I’m afraid I’m not that good looking or hot enough to become an “online success with the fellas” if you catch my drift.
The best I can do is be grateful I don’t have an overly fussy/tidy husband, who never tells me my house is a pigsty (he knows better).
Tell me I’m not the only one who DETESTS household chores?!