Albert Einstein Thinks I'm Insane
It happens every day, and every day it pisses me right the fuck off. I get my living room looking nice, pristine even (for my house), and as soon as the oldest is home from school or the youngest is up from her afternoon nap, my beautious living room turns into a huge piece of shit all over again.
I really thought that the definition of insanity was "doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." According to the internets (I know, I know, but come on, the internets never lie!) it was Albert Einstein that came up with that gem. So good ol' Al thinks I'm crazy, and he's probably right. I do expect my house to stay tidy after I clean it up. I do expect my throw pillows to stay on the damn couch after I put them there. And I do expect that the dirty dishes will make their way into the dishwasher instead of piling up in the sink. Why should I be the crazy one?
I understand it's part of my job as a SAHM (a stupid anagram, but one that is necessary in my case because typing out stay-at-home-mom is annoying and time consuming and I just can't even) is to do the same monotonous jobs day in and day out. I get it. But I don't have to like it all the time. Do you like your job all the time? Didn't think so. That said, just once I would like not to have to pick those fucking pillows up all over the house. Or tell Big E not to horse around on the furniture 300 times in 5 minutes. I would LOVE to not have to fight about brushing her hair before school. Hey Eves, the Nick Nolte mugshot look was sooooo last season.
As it stands, I'm still holding out for a clean living room. Call me crazy. No really, do it. I dare you :)
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