You can only leave everything for so long before it starts to pile up so high you have trouble getting in the door. This stands for laundry, bills, recycling, general crap, or whatever else you have been putting off time and time again. One day it will catch up with you and for me, today is the day.
What does this mean for those around me? It means that as most new mums do, I am going to over react, and instead of just taking care of the things i need to, decide to rearrange everything until my house looks different to the one I have now. While I am on the road for predictions, let me add that at about 1/4 of the way through I will sit down and realise I really didn’t have the time or energy for this while trying to get the baby to go to sleep. I’ll sit down, watch the end of the news until the Simpsons come on (that’s enough to get me away from the tv) then grab something to eat and stand in the kitchen consuming it, looking at the mess I have created.
Then, after my second burst of energy, thanks to that mars bar, I’ll decide to get out the measuring tape and figure it all out correctly. Of course this now means I will need to move litereally everything to make it all fit. Turns out there was an explanation why it was this way to begin with. For some reason I measure my waist while I am at it and I’m distressed. I sweep a small space on the floor to make myself feel better. That had to be at least 100 calories burnt right?
By the way, at this point, all the laundry, bills and crap is still sitting in a whole other room, untouched since I began.
I begin moving things around again, this time realising I can not do it alone. Angered by both the premise than I can not do it alone as well as the actuality of knowing I can not have it finished before my husband wakes up, I go to the kitchen.
Why didn’t I get two mars bars?.. I definitely need another one.
While looking in the fridge to see if I have all the ingredients to make some christmas cookies, I notice the pile of dishes in the sink, the size of my ass in the window reflection, and then the three rooms full of furniture where I have moved everything into the centre and then, left it. Eyes on the prize! I am going back into the living room war zone
Put the baby back to sleep again and then I am in chucking mode. Anything that doesn’t fit, gets thrown away. My husband doesn’t realise it but between my state of mind and the baby behaving like she is a three month old or something, this is a dangerous time for him to emerge from the bedroom.
Ok, a few things done and ready to go for when husband gets up. I draw a diagram on some paper that is so detailed I have included little people and pictures on the tv screen. When Josh gets up I will just how him what I want and then we’ll be fine. The dog is afraid of me and just praying to the dog-food gods that her bed doesn’t get relocated.. again. I make no guarantees.
I discover I am running out of time to get this finished or even close to started, so i decide to sit down and write a blog post about it. Maybe I should take up tennis. No that is not related, just something I am throwing out there.
As you can see, this is no longer prediction and is actually the story of this mum’s Saturday afternoon.. (sings in head) “Saturday night at the movies… ” I’m easily side tracked.
How will this tale end? Will the furniture fit in a new way or end up back in the old way? Will Josh be horrified to see what I have started or motivated to keep going with me? Will the baby (who IS three months by the way) ever go to sleep? Or will those bills and laundry, the things that started it all.. ever get paid and finished?
Who can say.
To Be Continued. Elf is coming on.