I got the chance to work from home this afternoon. Jackson spent the day at my mom's, so it seemed really odd to be here alone. After I finished my work I settled in for a little quite time.
I had some delicious cheese, my favourite lemonade and a stack of great magazines from my friend Heidi to keep me company. Ahhhh! Life felt good.
About a month ago my husband, Tim and I discussed our "plan of action" around mealtimes during the week upon me returning to work. In the past we always just decided dinner on a whim, picking groceries up on our way home or opting to eat out (one of our favourite pastimes). When Jackson arrived I was home, so he and I would stroll to the market, check out what looked good and decided our supper that way. Now, when the work day is done all I want to think about is getting home to my little guy.
We decided we would do a big grocery shop on the weekend to cover the coming week. I know, where have I been? That's what families with children do...right? Well, it's new for us. Living in the city we don't own a car, so we always struggle with buying too much to carry. That's what delivery is for.
This morning we headed out and completed our mission. On a completely personal note, I am very proud. Looking in the fridge and cupboards stocked full makes me feel content. No need to worry about what to eat, it's all here.
Now onto the laundry...
I HATE house cleaning! I have never been a big fan of it, but now that Jackson is here, I just can't keep up. The guilt I feel about it is terrible too. As I write this I glanced over to the highchair and there is dried on food all over it. Better get on that pretty quick.
We live in a good size space with hard wood floors throughout. Those darn "dust bunnies" appear right after I have vacuumed. Jackson rolling around all over them is not a very pleasant thought. Between vacuuming, dusting, cleaning the bathroom and other numerous tasks we mothers are subjected to I have come to the conclusion, I can't keep up!!!
My husband is somewhat good at assisting me. After many days of bitching and complaining the result is me usually blowing up and instructing him to do something. Then he will help. Why does it have to get to that? We share this space, we can both work at it a bit. Is that too much to ask? Sometimes I think so...
I am on the verge of looking into a little outside help. If someone could come in and just wash my floor every couple of weeks and maybe clean our bathrooms I could manage the upkeep. I feel a little bad that I am complaining, considering I am home and my husband goes out to work, but I never realized how much work there is to do. I don't want to always be complaining.
I am also thinking we have too much "stuff". The more space we have the more stuff we accumulate. The more we have the more there is to clean. Maybe I will spend a little time going through things.
Thank you for listening to me rant this morning. I feel much better.
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