The benefit of a three leveled house with main floor living is that, rarely do I need to venture out side of my comfortable floor. My office, bedroom, living and kitchen are all on the same level, with laundry and garage as a bonus. There are those times however, when the other inhabitants of my dwelling, start to infiltrate my space.
I woke up late, actually I'm not sure I have woken up yet. Of course I wonder why I should have to get up at all. I mean 17, 10, 7, surely they can get dressed, make toast, brush teeth and hair and be on there way, but NO!! it seems without a drill Sargent, yelling every step repeatedly, they are incapable of even the first basic task. So of course I'm in a bad mood.
I go upstairs to this...
I have to wonder why I wasted years of my life making chore charts with rewards, stickers, candy, quarters then dollars.
I have a pile of laundry that someone lovingly dumped all over the floor close to my laundry room, about 6 pairs of shoes, some lunch boxes and a coat near to the shoe shelves and coat rack. A drink dispenser on the fire place and about a thousand stapled pieces of paper (everywhere).
This bathroom is so gross, I'm not sure I'd use it if I had just got back from a week of girls camp. (you know what I'm talking about) it's a sad day when you feel the need to wear flip flops in your own shower!!
I have hastily gathered all items in the main room that don't belong here and so far....
Trust me , there's more!
So that's what my day looks like.
I heard someone making fun of the ladies who don't work, in there juicy tracksuits, going to the gym. I had to laugh because, whilst I don't own a velour tracksuit, I do go to the gym for my sanity and I believe the safety and well being of my family. I commend anyone who takes a little time out for herself amidst this modern day superwoman contest we are all in the middle of.
In fact, maybe I NEED A VELOUR TRACKSUIT after all.
alas, for right now, I would settle for a shower and some breakfast....until it's clean .....aurevoir.