Jul 14, 2010

Monkey in the Pantry

It was one of those mornings. You wake up and see the trail of toys starting from your bed, through all of the bedrooms and down the hallway and into the front playroom. You know there is a mound of laundry to fold waiting for you as you pass the laundry room, and when you get to the kitchen, there is still last night's dishes. You groggily open the pantry door to get some hungry children some cereal and there is George the monkey grinning at you. Even though it was cute, picture worthy, and made me smile, I knew it was going to be a long day.This one decided to be a drama queen all day and react to every little thing that Hunter "might" be doing to her.
This one decided to be "Mr. Bossy" all day because apparently he knows better than Mommy about what should be done. Then there was this one. She decided that the only way to be happy was if I was holding her all day. She was also mostly awake all day and wouldn't settle down for a long nap. The minute I set her down she would wail. I wore her in the front pack as I did chores around the house because one can't leisurely sit on a couch holding a baby and eating bon bons all day. Though I am about to chase down the perfect woman who made up the rules for being a good housewife and ask her why she didn't include that in the description...
I attempted a cleaning day. By the end of the day, by some Herculean feat, the dishes were done, all floors vaccumed and mopped, laundry washed, folded and put away, all the rooms were clean and neat, the beds were made, and the bathrooms were cleaned. And dinner was...oh, dinner didn't happen. At that point I was so frustrated by the stops and starts from the kid's interruptions that they got Top Ramen and peas plopped down in front of them. Good thing they love it. Tone got home at around three and played three hours of Guitar Hero drums while I was trying to do this. Nothing like blasting Green Day music and drums to get on ones nerves while you are dealing with fighting, crying children. It's pleasant background music. Really.

Anyhow, since I was on the couch periodically holding and trying to get a crying baby quiet, I kept reading a stack of decorating magazines I keep by my chair for such purposes. I had plenty of time to look around my living room and notice all the scratches, dings, dirt marks, and other marks from children that keep my house from looking like something straight out of one of those magazines. Nursing babies force you to take a chair every couple of hours, take a breather and observe your house. It can get inspiring...or depressing.

So two things I noticed right off the bat that I could fix today. These coasters were one. My kids took a pen to them about six months ago and yet I still offer them to guests when they come over.
A quick ten minute fix made them much better. I cute circles of bright fabric that matched my living room and glued them down. Much better. The other thing I noticed was that my coffee table looked good with the square runner (an Anthropologie clearance purchase) and the tulips, but it was also the catch-all place for the pacifiers. I chuck them on there as I find them so they don't get lost around the house. It seems we are always reaching for one for Tessa. So I corralled them in this glass bowl. Who says baby items can't go in something pretty?
Anyhow, I want to work on the mantle tomorrow. I just didn't have time today. Ok, that's the understatement of the year. But well, if I just do some little things like that each day then my house will slowly look better and stay looking good. And yes, I keep a runner from Anthropologie and a glass vase on my coffee table with many small children around. They just have learned not to touch it. Once trained, they basically ignore all my pretty things within reach, and I'm happier person surrounded by beauty in my day.

The house is clean, and I'm off to sew some shoes. Though I despaired that my house would ever get in shape today, I feel good that it did (even if some chores are still not completely done). And the monkey...well, he's still in the pantry. I left him there as a reminder to smile at the antics of my children, even on tough days.

1 comment:

  1. Bless your heart! I hope they're a little easier on you today!

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