Thursday, September 3, 2009
Housewifen' ain't easy....
I seriously have no idea how the 50's housewife did it. No clue at all. They seemed to effortlessly clean the house, do the laundry, grocery shop, play bridge cook the pot roast and still manage to greet their husbands at the end of the day with a drink in one hand and pipe and slippers in another wearing a perfectly cheery linen dress and starched apron. Hell, on a good day I greet Breen at the door with my hair disheveled still wearing my yoga pants and coffee stained tank top that I had on when he left the house 10 hours prior. Imagine a bad one. I'm certain those housewives reached for "mother's little helper" but mine comes in the form of my mother. Seriously. I called her yesterday and asked her to come over and help me get the kids rooms organized. Desperate times call for desperate measures. When I'm in over my head, I call her. That woman is a freaking powerhouse AND she actually enjoys it. Imagine that. At one point, I tried to tempt her with a slice of my peanut butter pie but she remained steadfast in her cleaning mission and gave me a look that said "Get your ass back on task!". Now THAT'S dedication!
I vacuumed stairs. I hauled furniture around. We hauled out 5 huge trash bags of old clothing. I was on intimate terms with dust bunnies. Even though we made a hell of a lot of progress, the house is still in disarray. Yes, housewifen' ain't easy.....but I sure do love my mother!