Yesterday was one of those days that I really wanted to go to work. Or anywhere, really, as long as my children were not with me. In fact, best of all would have been a daycare to drop them off at, so I could be home, peaceful and alone. Or out and about, also peacefully alone. In looking back at all my blog posts, there's a lot of joy and adventure, and right now I feel compelled to record and thus remember that not all days are fun and happy. Liesl woke up too early, and woke up Sebastian, and they were both grouchy all day. And so was I. We argued and yelled at each other, and dawdled unnecessarily, and picked fights, and were ungrateful, and wouldn't let things go, etc. And I had a long list of chores, none of which could be done with two grouchy children around, which only exacerbated my grouchiness.
Today was better. The children still woke up too early, and my long list of chores is still long, but somehow it all worked out better.
As a side note, I really do not like housework. I especially hate dusting, but really - scrubbing, vacuuming, bathrooms, more scrubbing... what's to like? I was out on Tuesday for a mom's night out, which was super fun, but a couple of moms were casually discussing their cleaning schedules and strategies and I thought, "Wow. I am a total slob, and my house is a dirty mess, compared to these women. I am not a good housewife." :)
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