During the school year, a large portion of my life (mainly cleaning and organization) has to take a backseat to the craziness that raising twins and working full time creates.
I never get to take a break from the living room (cause the boys' care was here at the house two or three times a week, and I do have some standards!)
I also was unable to let the kitchen go, just because it is so small, and also used on a daily basis, so it always had to be maintained. (Although, in the interest of honesty, I will tell you that I have not cleaned my fridge, stove or pantry in a very, very long time. And have you heard that mopping is so last year? At least that's what I'm telling myself.)
The boys' room, as well, was kept tidy and peaceful for my little bubs.
But my room... Well, my room is a different story.
I was telling my mom yesterday that I used to sit on my high horse (and oh my, was it a HIGH horse) and judge the women I baby-sat or nannied for. I couldn't believe the state of their bathrooms (the mold, the mildew!), the state of their bedrooms (beds never made, laundry never put away), the state of their nurseries (dust- oh the dust!)...
Well, for the last nine months, I was a working mommy. And it is not as easy as it looks. If you slack off for one afternoon, or even one hour, the house can get out of control, like in The Cat and the Hat. Pretty soon that pink ring around the tub is so big, and you're so used to it, that you kind of start to tell yourself it matches the pink tiles and the purple decor.
And the dust in the boys room, well, they don't have allergies (yet) right? It'll wait. I will find time to wash those curtains, and take apart the fan to get rid of the dust build up... Eventually. (And I did... right around their SECOND BIRTHDAY!)
The laundry, well, I washed it! And I folded it, didn't I? Who's to say it has to be put away this week, and that we can't just continue picking our clothes out of it until it's laundry day again?
And as for the bed being made, I hardly spend enough time sleeping in it to be able to justifiy spending any time making it. Not to mention that if I leave the living room to do said chores, the boys will want to join me, and my bedroom, as you can see from these pictures, is like a field with land mines. Humongous, dangerous, scary accidents just waiting to happen.
So really, making my bed is a safety hazard. Or, like I said, that's just what I told myself.
But now. Ahhh, now. Now it is summer. And I am home. All day. Everyday. And it is so luxurious. I have organized my bills, made my bed (everyday!), washed, folded, and put away (!!!) load after load of spring fresh laundry, cleaned out my bedroom, redone my clothes drawers, with the shirts separated by season and colors...
It is every Monica's fantasy. All this organizing and cleaning, makes me feel in control of my life again. Like I have handle on everything. Each day I make a little more progress toward digging myself out of the hole the last nine months created. And it makes me so happy. I feel capable.
And the boys make it easier, too. They are helping clean up their own toys. They can play and entertain each other while I do some things around the house, and they are getting more independent, which means less time doing every little thing for them.
But all of this work, this being so busy, has meant some neglect for the blog. So today I decided that I would go for it! I would blog all those pictures back-logged in my mind, blog all those ideas, and all that new news, and just get it out there, so that after the weekend, (hooray for the 4th of July) I could start fresh- all caught up.
One more post, and then I am off to re-organize my scrapbook desk. It is in serious need of some TLC!
