So the boys are out of school this week for Spring break. J is, of course, thrilled and has loved being able to play on the computer and do his own thing, for the most part. Z, I'm not so sure about. He's been sick a lot of this week. We've been trying to figure out what's wrong with him as he's been running a fever and then fine but talking funny and suddenly developing a strange habit of spitting. A lot. Sigh. Today we took him to the doctor and they gave him a shot of antibiotic since Brandon has strep they figure Z does too so they might as well treat it. Bless his baby heart.
Anyways, back to my topic. So they have been off of school the whole week. I will admit that Brandon and my FIL have been taking care of the majority of childcare as I have been working with the baby I nanny for and doing the food pantry so the majority of child issues have been left to them. That being said I have watched my house slowly disappear under layer after layer of items. There's the toy room. To be honest it was already going under. I suffer from a horrible case of "what if we need it, someday?" and tend to keep toys for way too long. I think it stems from Z not playing for such a long time so I kept many different toys around in his line of vision and many times in his path hoping that he would suddenly take them up and begin to play appropriately with them. (Denial runs strong in my family) When he actually began to play with toys (whooo hoooo) I was afraid to throw any of them away as his likes would change quickly and he would play with something for a while, not play for a while and then pick it up again. I was afraid if I got rid of anything and he suddenly wanted it again I would have to either hunt for it or buy it again. Thus my playroom is in desperate need of divine intervention. I will also say that the toy room floor was visible today thanks to my amazing husband who cleared a path for our monorail to be set up in there. Unfortunately the monorail suffered a sneak attack from an unknown assailant and is now in my dining room seeking asylum.
Then there's my kitchen. The floor looks good but there seems to be a mound of "things" on my island. It appears there is an episode of Survivor being filmed on my island and no one is wanting to be voted off. I'm thinking the first casualty is going to be the chocolate covered pomegranate seeds I got for Brandon since I'm going to get them and eat some once I'm doing posting this blog. Honestly, they never really had a chance.
I shudder to think of the upstairs hallway as most of the clean laundry almost made it folded to their final resting place but in a freak accident they instead got dumped in the hallway. Lucky for me about half of them are still folded. The rest....well, just don't look to closely at my kids clothes the next week or so.
Bathrooms are ok as they are small. I can actually get them clean and wiped down in a timely manner. If all else fails I can go open the bathroom door and see that not all is lost.
So, the question is, it's only Thursday of spring break week and the boys don't go back to school until Monday. The mess is winning right now but I have not been home and have the fortune of being home the next several days to wage battle on the dust bunnies, dust mites, cobwebs, and all the miscellaneous items that appear on every cleared surface I unearth.
As I wage war in one room knowing the boys are in the previous room I just cleaned undoing everything I have just done I struggle with discouragement. Why even bother? It's a losing battle? I'm so frustrated and no one cares? I'm going to go eat some more of those chocolate covered pomegranates. It really is hard sometimes (or all the time) to do the same thing over and over again and not see the benefit for more than a couple of hours, if that. I have to admit, in this one I don't have any sage advice. It's just hard. There's not much worse than picking up the whole playroom, putting the toys all organized into separate bins and piles only to hear a crash 1 hour later and see all that organization in a pile in the middle of the room. I can scold Z and tell him he's bad and even give him a time out but the problem is that he will do the same thing over and over again because for him the joy is in the mingling of toys, the sensation of piles of toys being spread all over himself.
There are just some things you have to live with. The boys will go back to school and in two weeks I will have a Friday off where the boys will be in school and I can clean the house without them being home. In that day I will figure out where my floors went, film the finale of Survivor on my kitchen island, put aside a couple boxes of toys to give away, and hopefully get the clothes not only folded but into drawers. We all have to have goals. (grin)
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