Sometimes, that's great! Other times, uh, not so much.
We, for instance, have had a particularly rough start to the week. Sweltering weather has kept us cooped up inside and I'm trying to get the house ready for the grandparents' visit (yay!) at the end of the weekend, so I've been trying to do too much and maybe not doting on the kids to the extent they'd like. The result? A big, hot mess. I'm a hot mess, the house is a hot mess, the kids are a giant ball of hot mess. Hot. Mess.
At this point, I think the cleaning and organizing I'm trying to do is actually making the house worse because the kids are trying extra hard to un-do my work... and then some.
So, you know you're a mom when you try to put laundry away and you see this:
and you think, "I should stop them..." and then you think, "but I should put these socks away first and they'll leave me alone for a second..." so you let it continue for another minute.
Then you realize that they've dumped 4 books in the tub and you didn't see it at first. One of those books was a library book. Due yesterday.
So you come up with a solution:
...because you need to turn that book in when you run errands later. And while you're waiting for your book to dry, you determine you should clean the bathroom, but in your haste to put everything back before the kiddos realize what you're doing, you end up with this:
Anyway, while you're quickly putting stuff back on your bathroom counter, ignoring a 3-year-old's insistence that your betta fish needs a friend, you've left them unsupervised in the living room in front of a tv show, so it should be no surprise to see this:
Jordan had also, in this time, removed her diaper, peed on the kitchen floor and had then occupied herself by dropping Cherrios into the air vent, and Addison had discovered Jordan's puddle.
So, the net result of my cleaning? A dirtier, more chaotic zoo of a house, kids who needed sanitizing, a load of wet laundry that needed to be re-run because the dryer was being used for a book, and a late start on our errands, leading directly to Car Nap Syndrome and a ruinous evening, not to mention the distinct feeling of zinc diaper cream slathered on your teeth and tongue. Our hot mess has become hotter and messier. What?! That's only possible if you're a mom... or maybe someone who has lots of unruly cats and dogs and a few ferrets... maybe.
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