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"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27 (NIV)

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Mess

I suppose on the spectrum of control freakiness, I would rate highly. It's undoubtedly one of the reasons why I descended into post-natal depression after my first child. It's probably why I yell at the kids (it's easier and quicker than doing the non-yelling thing) and it's most likely why I am a frustrated mummy.

I look around my house and I see MESS -- I've capitalized it deliberately to make a point. I wish I had a kind of cataracht eye lid that I can roll up and down with a remote not unlike a garage door, when I'd quite frankly, be doing something else. Picking up after other people is soooo borrrrrrrrrring.

Have you noticed that nobody else in the house seem to notice it or are remotely concerned? They walk around the house in a perpetual state of oblivion until somebody trips over something. Then there's complaining and crying. A kind of selective blindness.
Me? I see 'em everywhere... like the lad in The Sixth Sense. 

I learnt a new word the other day: Floordrobe. It doesn't take long for the carpet to become a dumping ground for clothes, towels, toys and tissue. Somehow they manage to negotiate the tough terrain
I'm not great at delegating but I'm learning... because well, it's that or the mad house. I'm one of those people who think that things get done faster, better and more efficiently when I do it. And then I plunge into an antisocial state of burnout.

Sometimes, let's face it, it's pure laziness. Why do housework when the internet beckons, right? We become hypnotized and then when a voice inside us says, "You should be doing the housework..."
You scratch your head and say, "Housework? What's that?"

When I was a child I read a folktale about a purse that was never empty. The owner would take a coin out of it and another one would magically appear to replace it. Sort of like the golden goose.
Well, it's sort of like that with our furniture. The moment you take a book off the lounge chair or sofa, another one "magically" appears. I say, "magically" because half the time, nobody seems to know how it got there. Or one sister would accuse the other one of being responsible etc etc etc.

Sigh... I turn my head and I see a pile of laundry that needs folding. Uh... huh... you know I'd rather be blogging, right?

Duty calls...

2 comments:

  1. 'Floordrobe' - love it!

    I hear you loud and clear on this post! I am a control freak in a family with domestic blindness. I really must learn to delegate more, but that's when my control issues start...

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  2. I'm hearing you loud and clear too, Lilian. I'm blogging now, but I have so much work to do today. Housework is perpetual and I'm trying to focus more on it this year. So far it hasn't worked, but it will.

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