Wow. So um, first of all....a friend of mine really put me in my place about my previous blog. Basically she reminded me that I should be thankful my husband *has* a job, that my husband makes the kind of money that allows me to sit on my fat arse and *be* a SAHM, and I should shut my trap.
Damn straight. No really, she's right. What do I have to bitch about? There are SO many people out there with MUCH bigger problems, and in comparison my snotty rant was just pretty selfish.
But...........at the time, it sure felt good to whine and complain. So I appreciate those of you that let me do just that. As I said, it might take me a few days to get over it, but now I'm all calmed and settled and medicated so life is good. For now. I am SO like South Texas weather. "Wait 5 minutes and it'll change!" Yes, I looooooooove my happy pills, thanks fer askin! :)
Well, in other news. Shortly before Christmas I spent a good three (or was it four?) hours cleaning Boycheese's room. Yes, you read that right. Hours. It was impossible to sit, lay, walk, much less stand in any one area without tromping down some kind of toy paraphenalia. Astonishingly, 5 year old boys are not equipped with the clean gene (at least mine isn't). Guess you have to request that one from the factory. Hmmm....it's not really a main part of my DNA either....we'll blame this one on Hubbers! ;D
So his room is all sparkly clean, everything is in it's "place". Does anybody else do that? Each toy has to have it's own place, or am I the only one? Like...all the cars (i.e. Hot Wheels, Matchbox, etc) in one bin....all the figurines (action figures, people, animals) in another bin....one bin for all the musical instruments, one bin for each Lego set (sometimes more than one), etc. etc. rinse and repeat. Strangely enough, I used to color and seasonally code his closet....this I've since abandonded because it just downright got me frustrated having to redo it constantly because he would take stuff out to play dress up.
I'm very good at organizing....just...a slob in other areas. Like, half my dirty clothes are not in a nice hamper or even a basket. No, they're on the floor in front of the dresser. I *want* them to be in a nice hamper....just haven't gotten Hubbers to invest in any.
Sweet niblets, where was I? Oh yeah! So the record for Boycheese's room being clean is three months. And then I think we had a BBQ and his devil spawn cousins shredded his room. They are an entire whole post by themselves so honey, don't get me started. As of right now, I believe we are on week 2 of The Clean Room. So far the rule of "put it away before you play with something new" is working. I still have to remind him sometimes, but at least it's only gotten as bad as two or three things left out while he's playing with something new. That's not too bad for a 5 year old right?
I'll have to video the next "please clean this up" adventure. Boycheese is a SERIOUS drama queen! I didn't know you could get a lower lip out that far without the aid of plastic surgery! And then he'll scrunch up his entire face and literally go "waaaaaaaaaaaaa!", which is almost always, without fail, followed by "but I'm too TIRED to clean!!!". *sigh* He should know by now that line is worthless, but he still uses it like a tired ol hanky. He definitely needs some new material....but I'm not gonna tell him that. Hmmm....I'm gonna have to get a countup and see how long the clean room lasts this go round. Anyone care to place their best guess?
