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Please NO! Not THAT time again Mom!!!!

Remember we talked about this before right? My PERSONAL ME TIME??? Well we’re there…. So I’ve been channeling! I managed to clean the kids rooms till they were sparkling but I still wasn’t pleased. So I got out a pot of paint. Toddler Child was pretty bemused by this. Was just me and her at home today and she must have thought I was mad. Her pretty pink room was turning purple before her little eyes and she thought it was fabulous. So fabulous in fact that she kept trying to touch it.

Have you ever tried painting a room with a roller and brush while a smaller version of you is leaping up behind you trying to finger paint it? Well that was us today. It was like the little devil on my left shoulder jumping around trying to wreak havoc in my life… never mind… I’m channeling…. and by the time Middle Child walked through the door from school, the room was magically transformed into purple. I had a few questions for her though….

Why oh why when I was moving all the books off her book case so I could move the darn thing and paint behind it was I finding loads and loads and loads of socks? I think I found about TEN pairs. You must understand that this child is forever telling me she has no socks…. well I had a thing or two to tell her when she came in! And she’ll surely be washing all those socks and random t shirts herself as I just finished all the laundry and the darn thing’s full to overflowing again with all the stuff I found stashed. How on earth is it easier to hide it than just toss it in a basket???! I also managed to clean the spots off the carpet and rug from things like hot chocolate spills, plasticine rubbed into the fibres and marker pens.

What I can never understand is how on earth Middle Child and First Born don’t get it yet….. if you don’t like my monthly cleaning frenzies then don’t leave anything to clean. I’m sure they love it really cause they know that if they just leave it then Muggins Mom here will get round to it next time she’s having one of those funny spells!

I have noticed one thing though….. there’s only two days of the month when I say “Time for bed” that the kids disappear and don’t actually tip toe back out to have a peek, get a drink, use the toilet or generally annoy me….. I think I love this time of the month sometimes!

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Posted by on November 24, 2011 in Nov 2011


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It’s ironic being a grown up!

As a child I drove my mother mad. I was messy as hell. I feel most sorry for the sister I shared a room with. Neat freak that she was, I must have been a nightmare to live with. Our room and wardrobe was meticulously divided into two and it was obvious whose side was whose.


On the one hand there were these neat little piles of books, crisply folded clothes put away in drawers. Always a freshly made bed and toys all stacked away neatly. In contrast, I’m sure my side looked like a scene from the nucleus of the Afghanistan war zone. It really was like some kind of bomb went off. Nothing had a place. Never were clothes put away or bed made. It was the bane of my mother’s life. And my sister’s I’m pretty certain. It definitely was the bane of mine.


On and on and on and on they harassed me. Constantly moaning at me to clean up. Now here’s the deal. It all made sense to me. Why make the bed? I’m only getting back in it. As for the clothes…. I was going to wear them. The toys…. Well I was playing with them…. At some point and would again. I knew where everything was and I never lost anything. I didn’t have an issue with the mess. I had a serious issue with their moaning and boy did I procrastinate!


This trend continued through my life and seemed to bother said sister and mother more than it ever bothered me. Even when I had my own place they would come by and moan and moan and moan. My sister I swear has OCD. She could never bear to see it and would come to visit and spend all her time cleaning. I did look forward to her visits sometimes I must admit but I never really got myself organised.


With the acquisition of more and more children though. I did find it became hard to find stuff and operate efficiently. I suppose as well, as one gets older, one also gets a little more – not house proud – but house shamed! You know that old saying about wearing decent underpants in case you get taken to hospital…. Well I found I was a little ashamed when people dropped in unannounced. Sometimes I would have to pretend I wasn’t home. If I knew they were coming I would have a mad blitz stuffing things in cupboards and going mad with the bleach. The kids would hear no end of screaming and deranged orders being thrown at them.


Both my sister and mother keep their homes religiously clean and organised. They never have this problem, so I finally decided to take a leaf out of their books.


With the influx of Toddler Child into my life in particular I found myself developing rather OCD traits myself. Everything has a place, must be clean, beds made before we leave. I have a whole routine before we can even leave the house. It has to be SPOTLESS!!!! Nothing worse than coming back in the evening to having to do housework right? Middle Child hates this! She’s a “mini me”. Or a “mini I was”! Cause Me…. I’m different now. I AM my mother! I’m now driving Middle Child crazy with routines and structures and rules about how the house is to be kept. It’s like an army camp with the cleaning regime.  The arguing and comments she throws at me… it’s like looking into a time warp.

Despite this though, I finally achieved what my family had been pressing me towards. So proud of myself was I. I felt like I had grown up now… effectively keeping house despite cries of resistance from Middle Child. In fact my OCD for cleaning has become so severe that I found myself tidying before I left to go to a wedding. So ingrained is this routine now that I was running late and had the Flower Girls in my ward and there I am….. calmly cleaning my house and folding away clothes into neat little piles. Suddenly something snapped and I thought “What the hell am I doing? This is someone’s wedding and I’m vacuuming the freaking floor?”


This was getting out of control, but you know what…… My family have been striving for me to reach this point for years and now I have. They must be so relieved that I’ve finally accomplished tidy living. I’m keeping this up. I can tick a box in the “Things to Achieve before you die” list. In fact, my mother comes over one day and during a chat in my kitchen, I comment that “I don’t think, I KNOW I HAVE turned into you mother. I keep the house religiously clean and organised but I’m driving the kids mad”.


I expectantly awaited words compassion and understanding about how hard it was for her to manage my resistance as a child and pearls of wisdom about how to handle it…… You know what she said?????



Thanks mom! Needed that like I needed all my teeth extracted.



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Posted by on May 28, 2011 in May 2011


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