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Once again, I find myself struggling to be in a million places every day, keep up with the mood swings of a 14 year old boy, 10 year old girl and 44 year old man, do all the stuff around the house I should probably be but am most likely not effectively doing, teach karate, fit in my own karate training, gym time, make new nifty things for my shop, ending world hunger, and be the best candidate for Miss America. Or something like that. Oh I know most folks are busy and pulled in too many directions, but since I'm the only one typing here right now, I'm actually sitting down and I don't drink, I'm gonna have a little ramble.
If you hadn't noticed, I have myself a little shop over at Etsy (there's a link up above, it says, "all the stuff that is nifty". Press it!). Right now I only have a few items listed, but over the next week or so, I'll be finishing up my newest designs, photographing & then listing them. Have a look, if you get a few minutes. I like having visitors.
My spouse says I do too much, he's not entirely accurate. I do a lot, that's true, but the rest of my family does too little, which in turn makes it seem like I do too much. OK, I just confused myself, but that's normal. In any case, let me ask all the parents out there, has anyone found a non-violent way of getting their family to pick up after themselves that doesn't involve driving bamboo (a highly sustainable and Eco friendly material!) skewers under fingernails, muttering unintelligibly, hurling profanity or *shuddering*, me picking up after everyone? I have tried a variety of very questionable and ultimately unsuccessful methods including, but not limited to: picking up their stuff without bitching or nagging because some "flylady" said your family will follow your lead if you stop bitching at and nagging them (it was bullshit, my family must not have gotten that memo), gathering up all the stuff left out when they were sleeping/working/at school and putting it out in the garage, culling all the stuff that was being left out thinking that perhaps if they had less stuff they'd leave out less stuff, calling a family meeting and rationally pointing out all the items left out and explaining how they cannot continue to leave out every single item they touch because one person should not have to pick up after 3 other capable people and finally having a complete and total emotional breakdown that ended in me driving off and leaving the entire family wondering if I was ever coming home. I did. I may be a bitch, but I'm a bitch who wants to see her children grow up.
My spouse was raised in a house with one of those, "it was easier if I did everything" and "picking up after everyone is just part of being the mom" kinds of mothers. Of course she also had a nanny, her husband worked a normal day time job (mine has worked the graveyard shift for 21 years), and she didn't work outside the house at all, so sure, she had all the time in the world to be the perfect mother she wants us all to believe she is. June Fucking Cleaver I am not. Oh well, I guess I won't be mother of the year again this year. Damn.
OK, the dinner dishes have still not washed themselves, so I'm going to cut this bitch fest short so I can get to bed at a decent time. Right.
Thanks for listening. I'll try to keep my bitching to a minimum.
Peace love and throwing stars~Ninja Queen