Quoth my father this evening. Here’s the situation: They are *finally* having the carpet in the greatroom replaced with hardwood flooring. This carpet is 7 years old, and wasn’t that great of a quality to begin with. Add my children to the mix (potty training, spilled koolaid), and…well, the carpet is trashed. It will take around 4-5 days to replace the flooring, and I am going to go stay in the house I grew up in (it’s now an unoccupied renthouse) with the kids while the work is being done.
When I objected to the statement, IT started. You know – the lecture. How I should work harder to keep this house clean. Folks, I’ve got 3 kids. I’m homeschooling two and breastfeeding one. My priorities are not YOUR priorities. Yes, I know this is not my house. It’s been made crystal clear several times. I’d leave if I could, BELIEVE ME.
Yes, I’m a slob. I said it. OK? Things do get away from me a lot more than I’d like. I’m not house proud. This is NOT MY HOUSE.
Yes, you had a clean house when I was a kid. I had an acre of grass to play in, and kids down the street to ride bikes with. We were never inside to mess it up! Play outside til the sun set, then come in, wolf dinner, bathe, and bed.
My kids have to go to the park or to the Y to play. I don’t like them playing outside in this yard. There’s too much heavy equipment laying around to get messed up on. I don’t like the neighborhood kids, I don’t like that the neighbors can’t keep their dogs leashed…..this is SO not a kid-friendly neighborhood!
*sigh* I hope tomorrow will be a better day.