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Not on purpose
1 Aug 2012 09:27 amI swear I haven't been avoiding LJ on purpose. Summer has really thrown me this year. Last year summer wasn't so bad. I had a lot of energy and got a ton of writing done and was on LJ every day.
I forgot that last summer the kids had a TV in the other living room so I could be in here alone and be productive. This summer they have been on top of me all day long and it's really getting to me. I'm never alone it seems. And now Patrick is off work for a sprain shoulder. Ugh. It's been over a week and I'm ready for him to go back to work. With him home he's always in the family room which means we have to watch what he wants. Or he's always on the TV and we also have to watch what he wants. Or we have to all stay out of the room because he's watching bootleg movies online and he can't hear so the kids then spend all their time bugging me and wanting to watch TV in my room.
Every time I try and get on the computer the kids are in the room making so much noise I can't think straight. Or Patrick turns on a video game and proceeds to scream obscenities at it at the top of his lungs. So I have to leave the room.
All of that limits how much time I am online (which has dwindled to like an hour each day if I'm lucky). The rest of my time is spent cleaning and watching TV in my room. I'm currently on Buffy season 3 (I finished Farscape a couple weeks ago). It's been awhile since I've watched Buffy so it feel more new and exciting than my other shows.
Otherwise I've been busting my ass keeping the house clean. Or trying and failing miserably. Last weekend I cleaned a total of 20 hours before I injured my shoulder (sprain it just like Patrick). That was, of course, way more cleaning than I normally do. I've been on some kind of cleaning kick lately. I got fed up with the kids' rooms and cleaned them out. That took the majority of two days. Then I did laundry including all the stuff the kids have refused to do over the last month, bedding and towels. I'm still doing laundry. I've been doing laundry for 7 days straight. I'm sick of laundry but there is always more when I turn around.
After getting Owen's room straightened up I decided it was time for Jack to move in there. He's 2 now and does not need to be in our room. So, I put his blankets and pillow on his big boy bed (the lower bunk of Owen's bed) which did not make him happy. He's slept there a few times over the last couple months but he's made it known he prefers the crib. To facilitate the move and stop any backsliding (on his or our part) I took the frickin' crib apart. It's gone (well, it's waiting to be put in the garage to be donated or sold). No more baby stuff in the house! Jack is officially a big boy.
He threw a fit the first couple of nights but he's adjusted to the move easily. If you ask him where his room is he goes to Owen's room and gets into bed on his own now without throwing a tantrum although he still cries when we put him to bed. Especially if Owen isn't in the room. But he falls asleep after a few minutes.
With the crib gone from my room there is suddenly a ton of space and the room looks a ton bigger. And more grown-up, lol. Now to get rid of the stupid plastic drawer thing. It's primary colors and just messes up the aura of the room. But it's the only thing I have to put the TV on.
Anyway, I cleaned for 8 hours at least on Friday with the kids helping very little. I only stopped when Patrick forced me to eat dinner (I hadn't eaten since breakfast). Even after I stopped I was still working--doing laundry and stuff. Then I got up the next morning and went right to work on Owen's room. I worked for another 8 hours straight and after I stopped for the night I continued to do laundry and pick up things I found lying around. On Sunday I started to do some more work but realized my shoulder was hurting.
Really hurting. Like I couldn't reach for things or if I relaxed my shoulder there would be shooting pain. So I spent the rest of the day in Patrick's old sling trying to keep from moving it. Now all that work I did on Friday and Saturday is undone. All the rooms I cleaned are a mess again. The kitchen is disgusting and we're getting ants again because no one cleans up after themselves.
Luckily my shoulder is feeling better but I'm keeping from lifting stuff as much as I can. Which is keeping me from doing a lot of cleaning. And I was so close to having the house all clean including the bedrooms. That's rare. It would have felt so nice. Sigh.
We're also waiting for the plumber to fit us into his schedule because the kitchen sink has gone wonky. We're getting very little water pressure (the other faucets in the house work fine) which makes cleaning the kitchen a pain. I have this fear that the plumber will show up right after the family has destroyed my clean house and will think we're a bunch of slobs. It's stupid but I can't help it. It never fails that people come by before I've cleaned or after they kids have destroyed everything. Makes it look like I don't do anything all day.
I haven't been writing either. I added some words to an older story last week but that's about it. I'm now counting down the days until school starts back up (Sept 4). Then I can get back into my routine of checking my LJ while the kids get ready for school then cleaning the house up and then having time to write while Jack plays or takes a nap. Nora will be in school full time now so it'll just be me and Jack from 8am-4pm (except on Wed when they get home at 1pm). Can't wait.
I forgot that last summer the kids had a TV in the other living room so I could be in here alone and be productive. This summer they have been on top of me all day long and it's really getting to me. I'm never alone it seems. And now Patrick is off work for a sprain shoulder. Ugh. It's been over a week and I'm ready for him to go back to work. With him home he's always in the family room which means we have to watch what he wants. Or he's always on the TV and we also have to watch what he wants. Or we have to all stay out of the room because he's watching bootleg movies online and he can't hear so the kids then spend all their time bugging me and wanting to watch TV in my room.
Every time I try and get on the computer the kids are in the room making so much noise I can't think straight. Or Patrick turns on a video game and proceeds to scream obscenities at it at the top of his lungs. So I have to leave the room.
All of that limits how much time I am online (which has dwindled to like an hour each day if I'm lucky). The rest of my time is spent cleaning and watching TV in my room. I'm currently on Buffy season 3 (I finished Farscape a couple weeks ago). It's been awhile since I've watched Buffy so it feel more new and exciting than my other shows.
Otherwise I've been busting my ass keeping the house clean. Or trying and failing miserably. Last weekend I cleaned a total of 20 hours before I injured my shoulder (sprain it just like Patrick). That was, of course, way more cleaning than I normally do. I've been on some kind of cleaning kick lately. I got fed up with the kids' rooms and cleaned them out. That took the majority of two days. Then I did laundry including all the stuff the kids have refused to do over the last month, bedding and towels. I'm still doing laundry. I've been doing laundry for 7 days straight. I'm sick of laundry but there is always more when I turn around.
After getting Owen's room straightened up I decided it was time for Jack to move in there. He's 2 now and does not need to be in our room. So, I put his blankets and pillow on his big boy bed (the lower bunk of Owen's bed) which did not make him happy. He's slept there a few times over the last couple months but he's made it known he prefers the crib. To facilitate the move and stop any backsliding (on his or our part) I took the frickin' crib apart. It's gone (well, it's waiting to be put in the garage to be donated or sold). No more baby stuff in the house! Jack is officially a big boy.
He threw a fit the first couple of nights but he's adjusted to the move easily. If you ask him where his room is he goes to Owen's room and gets into bed on his own now without throwing a tantrum although he still cries when we put him to bed. Especially if Owen isn't in the room. But he falls asleep after a few minutes.
With the crib gone from my room there is suddenly a ton of space and the room looks a ton bigger. And more grown-up, lol. Now to get rid of the stupid plastic drawer thing. It's primary colors and just messes up the aura of the room. But it's the only thing I have to put the TV on.
Anyway, I cleaned for 8 hours at least on Friday with the kids helping very little. I only stopped when Patrick forced me to eat dinner (I hadn't eaten since breakfast). Even after I stopped I was still working--doing laundry and stuff. Then I got up the next morning and went right to work on Owen's room. I worked for another 8 hours straight and after I stopped for the night I continued to do laundry and pick up things I found lying around. On Sunday I started to do some more work but realized my shoulder was hurting.
Really hurting. Like I couldn't reach for things or if I relaxed my shoulder there would be shooting pain. So I spent the rest of the day in Patrick's old sling trying to keep from moving it. Now all that work I did on Friday and Saturday is undone. All the rooms I cleaned are a mess again. The kitchen is disgusting and we're getting ants again because no one cleans up after themselves.
Luckily my shoulder is feeling better but I'm keeping from lifting stuff as much as I can. Which is keeping me from doing a lot of cleaning. And I was so close to having the house all clean including the bedrooms. That's rare. It would have felt so nice. Sigh.
We're also waiting for the plumber to fit us into his schedule because the kitchen sink has gone wonky. We're getting very little water pressure (the other faucets in the house work fine) which makes cleaning the kitchen a pain. I have this fear that the plumber will show up right after the family has destroyed my clean house and will think we're a bunch of slobs. It's stupid but I can't help it. It never fails that people come by before I've cleaned or after they kids have destroyed everything. Makes it look like I don't do anything all day.
I haven't been writing either. I added some words to an older story last week but that's about it. I'm now counting down the days until school starts back up (Sept 4). Then I can get back into my routine of checking my LJ while the kids get ready for school then cleaning the house up and then having time to write while Jack plays or takes a nap. Nora will be in school full time now so it'll just be me and Jack from 8am-4pm (except on Wed when they get home at 1pm). Can't wait.
