A mutation in mothers.

I can't help but think that at some point a mother is infused with whatever it takes to keep things running smoothly. I'm not sure if it's a drug slipped into our juice (or whatever beverage we are currently able to indulge in) at the end of the night, or if it is some freak mutation that develops after you give birth to the loin fruit. Whatever it is, I know one thing. It doesn't hit every mother at the same time. 

For instance. Most moms are genetically wired to care for their child. They figure out very quickly the art of changing diapers, burping, and baths. Unfortunately though, as we focus on learning how to do all those things with our new tiny humans, we don't exactly develop the necessary skills in the kitchen, laundry room, and so forth. I did not develop said skills in the kitchen until about 6 months ago. And the laundry room? Yeah, about a month ago is when that hit me. Don't get me wrong, my children were fed, and they had clean clothes, but let me tell you, mastering the art of MAINTAINING is a bitch process. I say that in the nicest way possible, because really there is no other way of describing how it feels to realize that plain and simple You Suck at maintaining your house. 

As a stay at home mom, I have loads of time. I don't have a vehicle during the day, and it's just me and the monsters. I know what you're thinking , "If you're home all the time, and it's just you and your children, well by golly why ISN'T your house clean all the time?" Ha ha. You're funny dear reader. Insanely so. Because there is this little thing that one must overcome, yes even a mother. It's called Motivation. I have zero motivation to clean. I hate it. I abhor the process of physically putting away the clean dishes. I despise bending down every two steps to pick up a toy, or an article of clothing. I cringe at the thought of folding and putting away clothes.  I cannot even look at my daughters' room unless my darling husband is there to help me. 

However. My Mom gene has finally kicked into high gear. No longer is it acceptable that my kids have clean clothes. By George, ALL of their clothes are clean, folded, and put away. As are my clothes, and my husband's. In fact we have run out of room to put our clothes because we have so many clothes, and I have done so much laundry that we are now faced with the fact that We Are Blessed in the clothes department. No longer is it acceptable that I ran a load of dishes and there are enough clean ones to make dinner. My sink only has 5-10 dishes in it, a load is running, my counters are wiped down, and there are enough dishes to eat off of for Two Whole Days. No more do I have to suffer with bending down to pick up every two steps. My floors are picked up and swept. The toys are in the girls' room, and the clothes are in an only Half Full Hamper. 

I totally Rock! And it is Exhausting.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and this my friends, I fear is soon to occur with me. I fear I have run myself ragged trying to become SuperMom, and now all I want to do is sleep. Am I sleeping? Heck no! I'm blogging while my children enjoy the new found activity of using the (completely cleaned off!) kitchen table for a tent. I'm listening to the delightful little giggles and screeches as they play in their "house" with pink sheeted walls. I'm listening to the hum of the dishwasher that I had to literally drag myself up to load. I'm thinking about what I want to cook for lunch so that my girls and I have a balanced day of nutritious food. But what I truly WANT is to sleep. What I WANT is a break from my children. What I WANT is some quiet solace in my own home. What I WANT is for the groceries to shop for themselves. What I WANT is for my husband to be home and say, "Don't worry about dinner and the girls, I'll figure something out". What I WANT is to pretend for just thirty minutes that I have not learned that Maintaining is a Bitch, and to just let it all disappear as I camp out on my couch and eat popcorn and watch Private Practice.