Generally, when we have a babysitter, I spend a day cleaning up and otherwise hiding the real way my family lives. In this scenario though, not only did I not have time to clean up before Ducky arrived, but we've been living much worse than we normally do, because of summer schedules and job interviews, and The Blaze of Glory.
So, while Disgruntled Husband and the kids went to get Ducky (she lives 2 hours away. Yes, that's how much we needed her), I tried to put out the large fires first. I did the bathrooms. I did the entryway. I did the kitchen, the guest bedroom and three-quarters of the living room.
|"Did The Snarky Mom have a baby? Is she moving? No, she's just trying to open a law office this week."|
But I have more rooms than that, and unfortunately, with me not being around much this week and some questionable weather on Monday, the house has gone from delightfully disorganized to someone needs to call DCFS.
This morning, as Ducky poured the kids their cereal (I was outside), I heard there were no clean spoons. Ducky later told me that Hoover, to clean his spoon, put it under the faucet and then his mouth. ::Shudder::
We haven't had clean clothes in drawers in days (they're in the dryer and clean in various baskets), and when we went to the pool yesterday, the kids had to share a towel.
I know my niece is family and is only 13, but I feel like I need to explain myself to her so she doesn't go back to her mom and tell her how Niecy Nash was here filming.
I've.Been.Busy. The Blaze of Glory has thrown me off my game and shifted my priorities in a way only the birth of a child has done before. I know it's just a new job and office, but DH is the breadwinner. If I don't help, we don't eat.
And I know Hoover at least will understand that urgency.