Wednesday, October 10, 2012

I give up.

I'm going to be buried alive by toys and dirty laundry, and there's nothing I can do about it.  I am the only one that picks up around here.  And I am sick to death of tripping over toys, books, Lucy's shoes, Casey's shoes, garbage, the kids' clothes, Casey's clothes-- do not even get me started on the CRUMBS...or our garage...or our backyard...

Every night I make the rounds: dishes, toys, laundry.  And then I do a general sweep of the house to put away any miscellaneous crap that might be out.  My day is all about the kids, my evening is all about the house.  I am always "on".  Always going.  Always busy.  I want a break.  I want to do something for myself that I enjoy.  (You know, like besides showering.)

Anyone see why I can be a little crazy at times?  ANYONE??

The reason I'm blowing up right now has nothing to do with any of that, though.  I am furious because the center cushion of the couch I bought less than 6 months ago has a big, BLACK stain on it.  I've been scrubbing that stupid couch since Lucy became mobile, and I don't mind the occasional milk spill or soggy cracker, but there is no way this ugly stain is coming out. 

So I give up.


  1. I had my mini melt down last week too. Other than letting go for a few days, I haven't found my break. Good luck!

  2. Sorry things are "messy". I'm a touch self diagnosed OCD and the dirty house/clutter drove me nuts! I was thankful for my husband who noted my exhaustion and took the kid and sent me to bed or out with friends... I thought it was a nice gesture I have now learned that my mother called him and told him to get me out of the house (however I am still thankful)

    I guess what I'm getting at is that sometimes men just need to be told clean the house, do the laundry, etc etc

    Even the best ones aren't mind readers and as my husband points out we hold a lot of our feelings in and they really have no clue