Beating back entropy with a stick
Jan. 17th, 2008 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrGah, the house is an absolute mess. As it frequently is this time of year.
No karate tonight, because the dojo was having their winter carnival (a marketing thing; kids are encouraged to come to the dojo for a night of games and demonstrations and to bring their friends, to encourage them to sign up. I didn't volunteer to help at the carnival although the girls did. Poor Rob has the job of cleaning the dojo tonight; it's a disaster, with the debris of a whole night of games (plastic wrappings discarded all over the floor) and pizza boxes and juice containers all over the place.
While the girls were at the carnival, I did a hard weights workout by the FIRM to make up for not having karate. I'm trying to get back to the weights, which I'd let slide between the gall bladder surgery and starting bicycling. I was pleased; I haven't done a FIRM workout in ever so long, but I didn't find it too hard. I guess the karate has been giving me a lot of leg strength. I hope I'll feel a nice ache tomorrow.
After picking up the girls again, I came home, did the recycling, did some stuff to clean up my office, and sorted through and cross-indexed the Christmas cards received, checking them against my address list.
But, oh lordy, lordy. The house really is a terrible mess. The girls have been feeling a bit overloaded with homework, and Rob's preoccupied with starting his new job. Consequently, the girls are blowing off their chores, and Rob's sleep schedule is out of whack so he's letting things slide, too. I plan to whack away at it a lot this weekend. Getting it into better shape will help me feel a lot better.
Sometimes (she looks around wearily) it just sorta seems like too much work to keep up with my own life, you know?
No karate tonight, because the dojo was having their winter carnival (a marketing thing; kids are encouraged to come to the dojo for a night of games and demonstrations and to bring their friends, to encourage them to sign up. I didn't volunteer to help at the carnival although the girls did. Poor Rob has the job of cleaning the dojo tonight; it's a disaster, with the debris of a whole night of games (plastic wrappings discarded all over the floor) and pizza boxes and juice containers all over the place.
While the girls were at the carnival, I did a hard weights workout by the FIRM to make up for not having karate. I'm trying to get back to the weights, which I'd let slide between the gall bladder surgery and starting bicycling. I was pleased; I haven't done a FIRM workout in ever so long, but I didn't find it too hard. I guess the karate has been giving me a lot of leg strength. I hope I'll feel a nice ache tomorrow.
After picking up the girls again, I came home, did the recycling, did some stuff to clean up my office, and sorted through and cross-indexed the Christmas cards received, checking them against my address list.
But, oh lordy, lordy. The house really is a terrible mess. The girls have been feeling a bit overloaded with homework, and Rob's preoccupied with starting his new job. Consequently, the girls are blowing off their chores, and Rob's sleep schedule is out of whack so he's letting things slide, too. I plan to whack away at it a lot this weekend. Getting it into better shape will help me feel a lot better.
Sometimes (she looks around wearily) it just sorta seems like too much work to keep up with my own life, you know?
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Date: 2008-01-18 06:50 am (UTC)believe me
you are not alone
my husband wants the house to look like "a model home...with kids"
1. that's an oxymoron if i've ever heard one
2. he can wish for it (don't we all?) but until he helps his pleas will go unanswered
AND...not to dig up old wounds...
but i hate being the hard ass mommy too
it sucks