Backtracking Madness

Have you ever felt as though you were getting nowhere? I mean just same old, same old almost ritualistic behavior. I did, we'll actually, I do. Everything seems to have come to standstill. A roadblock if you will.

I was so stressed out at work from working 12 hrs shifts and difficult people, that we decided it'd be best to take a break and stay at home. It really wasn't what I wanted to do, but like I said, it was best.

So there I was sitting at home upon the array of mess. Clothes here, clothes there.There were dishes from the night before and the bathroom smelled like the pee of little boys. The floors were sticky and needed to be mopped pronto... and I had to do it all by myself.

Of course, the plan was to get the house in order while taking time off from work, but I didn't expect to have of the housework thrown on me all at once. I thought he'd help out a little like he'd been doing until everything became manageable and THEN I'd take on the title as domestic homemaker (ugh). Boy, how I was wrong.

I didn't have a lick of help. It was more stressful being at home than it was working my button off like crazy. Nonetheless, I persevered. I started with floors. I couldn't take another minute of hearing the crunchy sound beneath our shoes. I mopped for what seemed like days. Front to back. Next, I tackled the kitchen. I loaded the dishwasher with plates, bowls, and cups and handwashed the pots, pans, and utensils. I wiped down tables and countertops and cleaned out the refrigerator and freezer. My hands were wrinkly and weird feeling, but the kitchen was clean. Then went to face my most dreaded task. Laundry. There were mountains of clean clothes piled on our couch and separated stacks on the floor. I started with the floor stacks. After all, they had already been separated they just needed to be put away. Then I went to work on Mount Everest. Honestly I was too tired to do any real work, so I stuffed them in laundry hampers and hid them in a closet for another day. I was pooped and although the house wasn't exactly they way I wanted it, it was getting there and I was ok with finishing at a later time.

I was satisfied with my work for the day. I had made real progress. Clean floors, clean kitchen. Clothes out of the way. Great. You know what wasn't great? The moment hubby walked in with his wet shoes from the rain and walked from the kitchen to the living room and discarded every ounce of clothing he had on down to his boxers right in the living room floor. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME! I put hours of work in and he destroys in in 2 minutes.

They next morning when I woke I went to kitchen for water and I found that not only had my husband ruined my kitchen floors and living room, but he had also managed to nasty the kitchen after I went to bed. Apparently he was in the mood for chili dogs and decided to have a party with the countertops. So there I was starting all over again and I did. Same method. Floors, kitchen, clothes plus the clothes and he left in the floor the night before. Then I proceeded to the bathrooms and bedrooms. The kids room were the hardest. Luckily for me they were away for the weekend and I had plenty of time to get everything in order.

Later on hubby comes home from and what do ya know, he strips his clothes off the living room floor again. Shoes, socks, pants shirts, jacket. All in the floor. See the pattern? Yep, I did too bit I thought it'd get better. Look at me with all the optimism about my husband.

To be continued...