I’ve had a rough go of it lately and this morning I made the mistake of asking Husband to give me a pep talk. Sometimes I go through times that suck and I question the importance of what I do every day. I get swallowed up in the endless cleaning up after people and feeling unappreciated and start feeling like I’m not making a difference at ALL.
Back to the pep talk: Husband is terrible at them. He actually made me feel worse. I think he said “Uhhh … you’re great at raising our sons … ??” and then gave me a questioning look like he wanted to know if that is what I wanted him to say.
No. It was not.
So he went off to work, and rather than continue to sink into the bottomless pit of laundry, crumbs under the table and other such things I decided for the second day in a row to take matters into my own hands. Here is what I came up with. My own version of a pep talk to myself.
FIRST: together, my Shark Steam Mop and I have conquered the smell of piss that persists in our bathrooms. I thought it was a hopeless battle, but Sharkie and I won.
SECOND: today I have terrible cramps. So what did I do? I set up camp in ONE’s room and drank chocolate milk while he played with his train set. Now this is a nice way to spend a morning.
THIRD: we moved to the kitchen. I made ONE some chocolate milk too, and then he wanted to play outside. Bonus.
FOURTH: at 9 months old, TWO is finally holding his own damn cup. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to hold that thing forever.
And finally, this.
Husband mowed around this swimming pool because he couldn’t be bothered to move it out of the way. And now? We have a perfect circle of tall grass in our backyard. It’s very similar to this perfect rectangle, which was located under a vehicle that was mown around.
This leads me to …
FIFTH: I’m hiring a yard man and I don’t feel bad about it in the least.