I've considered an experiment, but I'm afraid to actually follow through. I just a few moments ago completed one of my continual rituals, completed at minimum twice daily. I swept my kitchen floor. I really can't wrap my brain around how 5 people can create so much mess. Seriously, I cannot fathom how my children can gain any weight at all.
They all three must have CMS: Cookie Monster Syndrome - look it up... for real, I'm not making it up. OK so maybe I am, but I have grounds for the diagnosis. Who eats like this? Seriously. How is it possible that more ends up on the floor than in their mouths? It's disgusting.
So here's the experiment: I thought about instead of throwing out what I sweep up, I could collect it for a month. I could probably start a composting bin in the backyard and fertilize all of the precious little backyard gardens in the county. So what if there is a random lego or nerf bullet? If I sweep it up, it goes.
I know I'm not crazy... not yet... But these little people are slowly but surely pushing me over the edge. I did add sweeping and mopping to the boys' chores. It's never a thorough or complete job, but hey... I'll take it.
So there. I feel better. I've completed my rant ,and I will go on with my day. I will feed my children lunch and then sweep. We will gather around the table for afternoon snack and homework. The crumbs will build up and one of the kids will attempt a sweep. Then I will cook and serve dinner and will need to sweep yet again before bed. The cycle goes on in this season of life... But I haven't said it in a while... I'll take the crumbs and the finger prints and even the ink on the walls. God love my babies.. I know I do.
For those of you who know me - you know that I am a very busy woman. I have my fingers and toes in a lot of projects and causes that keep my daily calendar jammed packed. For those of you who know me really well, you know there is one arena I have stubbornly avoided. I have seen the game and just watched from the stands... Yes, I have cheered with the crowd. I have even been the bat girl a few times. But I have REFUSED to play ball. I have chosen to keep my life simple a little simpler and remain a spectator.
But this year I have succumbed. Perhaps I'm a little weak right now after a weekend away from the kids. Or maybe I have a hormone imbalance. Or maybe I have finally completely lost my mind. For whatever the reason: weakness, PMS, insanity... I have done it. I have been drafted. I have been handed the uniform. It is official: I am room mom.
So what's there to do now but don the uniform proudly, step up to bat and attempt to hit a home run. Or at least not strike out. I suppose I'll settle for a double or a triple. Regardless, I will bat to the best of my ability... and in the meantime can someone please come and dust my baseboards and clean my windows for me, because I'm pretty confident it won't happen until the end of May.