being sick with 4 kids is never ideal. never... not that my wonderful husband can't take care of them...he does a fine job. it's the house. oh my, the house....you have to stay on top of it...or at the very least not more than one step behind it. and that means you don't sit down....never. never, ever, ever. for if you do...it, the "house" races ahead of you on a war path of dirt and disgust that seems ....
sorry olivia just said to me, "it's funny how you start every morning with a clean house and 20 minutes later it's a pig sty."
what was i saying? oh, yes, it races on a war path of dirt and disgust that reaches what seems to be unreal proportions. it's unexplainable really. perhaps i'm the only one who has this problem...but i don't think that i am. a clean house is my goal. my one and only real goal. the only goal i can think of that i've pretty much had my entire adult life, but cannot for the life of me accomplish. some might say just give up. and by some, i mean all of the people who live with me who get annoyed when i have fits of rage that involve yelling and screaming to pick that up, sweep this, vacuum that, and so on and so forth. i can't do it alone. i certainly didn't mess it up alone, so it seems only fair that the filthy people who messed up my house also be the ones to help clean it. i know it's their fault because i always had a clean dorm room in college. at least that's how i remember it.
anyway, randy is gone...and hudson got sick...and then i got sick...which is worse than hudson getting sick...because, well, it just is. i was in bed all day today. nauseous and achy and miserable and wishing that i wasn't sick because i knew what was going on downstairs. hudson felt like going to school today, so that left olivia, the 8 year old, in charge. she made breakfast, she made lunch, she even made dinner. she changed diapers, she put the 2 year old in time outs, she homeschooled herself, she ran the show. and afterwards she told me, "no wonder your life is so hard." i wasn't sure how to feel about that. nonetheless, it was just as bad as i suspected when i finally came downstairs. and so all the hard work that i've put into the deep cleaning of my house while randy is away, seemed very much in vain. and so while i felt a step ahead of the house for almost a week...i am now 2 steps behind... oh well...
i am now feeling better...i guess it was a 24 hour thing...thank goodness! it's not really the perfect situation for the 8 year old to be in charge...besides i don't want her life to be so hard....whatever that means.
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