Do you see this pile? It's the garbage that I swept out from under the kitchen table. It's huge! Compared to the amount of space involved this pile should be a contestant for the world record.
Now I've begun to wonder and I've come up with two theories.
1. My children have some major issues with food getting into their mouths.
2. I'm a terrible mother who hasn't worked hard enough at keeping her house clean.
I can't decide, but I do keep coming back to the fact that it matters very little how clean the house is at 3PM. Because at approx. 3:45PM there will be snow boots and back packs and folders and coats and whatever little gems of school yard trash my children decide might be of value strewn from door to kitchen to bedroom. Whose fault is that? Mine for not teaching properly the importance of cleanliness? Or theirs for not particularly caring?
Admittedly, I'm not perfect, but am I just fooling myself into a false comfort of 'not perfect' when in truth I'm horrible!!!?
But then I stop and think... Wait, I am not the only one who lives in this freakin' house. How can I be guilty of all their crimes? Am I not the real victim here? The Cosette? The Cinderella? I'm the unappreciated one. The one who cleans and toils for years waiting for someone to rescue me from my drudgery. There's no acknowledgment for me. The downtrodden amongst us must unite! House wives (and husbands) have a duty to stand together and say"Enough."
I think we should march on Washington.
But the problem is I've got the kids to pick up, the beds to make, the laundry to fold, and the floor to sweep. Can we perhaps reschedule for next week? Maybe I can convince the kids to help out a little over the weekend so the house will be clean when we go.