Saturday, May 09, 2009

Saturday Chores

I'm standing in front of the toaster with my hands pressed on the counter watching the bread as it browns. I'm pretending that I don't have the entire kitchen sink so full of dishes that it's spilling out.

It's 10:20 am and I'm still wearing my exercise clothes, no make-up and a hat. I need to weed. I justified my tacky outfit at Visiting Teaching interviews this morning by telling everyone I was going home to weed.

Yet I kicked my shoes off and now sit in front of my computer screen confessing...my laziness. It's not really the work I'm avoiding, although that's part of it. It's being the task master that I'm avoiding.

Come on kids, I'll say perkily and clap my hands. They'll groan and moan and grumble and say it's the only thing we ever do. If that we the case we wouldn't have so much to do.

Then I'll get ornery and get after them. Come on, you guys! How many times to I have to ask? More moaning. Louder groaning. Mom you're so mean. This isn't fair. How come he/she doesn't have to do (fill in the blank)?

There are days that I'm just not up to it. Today is one of those other days. I'm up to the challenge...I just need a few minutes to regroup and prepare for battle.

Even though I was full, I ate my toast. I've posted my blog. It's on to work we go.

4 comments:

Annalise said...

Oh, I'm laughing! I could practically have written this post on any given Saturday. Isn't it fun being the M.O.M. (Mean Ornery Master)?!

queenieweenie said...

Don't we ALL feel that way? That's when I'm grateful my husband is good at being the "heavy" and can do the yelling for me.

Jen said...

Rough day--I think we all have them. *hugs*

Jenna said...

My hubby is GREAT help when he's home. He's just not usually home on Saturday's or evenings when we do most of our cleaning up, so it's up to me.