I don't know what it is, but this week is kicking my behind. Or maybe it's just that I feel behind. Not so much with homeschooling - somehow we're actually staying on track, so far - but rather with housework. UGH. Dreaded, dreaded housework.
Now, I am by no means a five-star domestic goddess. Not even close. But I do tend to stay on top of the little things and our home stays relatively neat and orderly (as neat and orderly as a house with four hooligans can). I have a laundry system that works pretty well (no piles of laundry), our dishes make it into the dishwasher and cabinets, the floors and furniture stay as dust-free as dark wood can, and I typically feel confident that our home is presentable and comfortable...
This week? Yikes! I have four loads of clean laundry hiding in my closet, sometime earlier in the week our dishwashing cycle got thrown off and now no matter what I do there are dirty dishes in the sink because the washer is either full or running, I can see nasty footprints and smudges-of-unknown-origin on the wood floors, there are piles of paper and books all over the kitchen and playroom, and the kitchen floor... I can't even begin with the kitchen floor; suffice it say that a large gust of wind met with a large, ornate jar filled with decorative oil and vinegar (and peppers, seeds, flower bits, etc.) and the latter plummeted from the top of a bookshelf to the tile floor below and shattered. I did clean it up despite my wish that someone else would magically appear and take over the task for me. But this took away from my usual floor-cleaning time so I have only one very clean spot in my kitchen while the rest has gone to hell.
And the dust. Oh, the dust. I know it's my fault. I'm a sucker for the wind. It's my favorite element. I could stand in the wind for hours. I love it, absolutely and unconditionally. So like the insane person that I am, I kept our windows WIDE open earlier this week because we had very windy weather (see above paragraph regarding large jars toppling) and I am now seeing the ramifications to all floors and furniture surfaces. But I'm not complaining too loudly about that because, after all, we did get to enjoy the wind.
I won't even get into the rest of the disaster. I have decided that there's nothing to be done at this point except clean it all up. So I've designated a good part of Saturday to the task. The girls will help me and I am confident our usual order can be restore. Okay, maybe I'm not confident but I'm really, really hopeful. Maybe desperate is a better word?