Catching Up

Housework. It never goes away. I have this dream that some good fairy will come to my apartment while I am at work and make it all go poof. Sort of like the three fairies in Sleeping Beauty. Bing! Instant clean and everything in its place.

I also have this unrealistic expectation that the boys will pick up at least after themselves. You know, if you dirty a dish, put it in the sink if not the dishwasher? And get your dirty socks in the laundry basket? Of course, that doesn't really happen.

They also have this unrealistic expectation that I, as the Mother person, will do all that household stuff myself because I am after all the responsible adult and they have full and busy lives. Never mind that I work two jobs and go to graduate school and have a life of my own!

Something here is awry. Perhaps I should admit all the unrealistic expectations, suck it up, and hire a maid. Someone to come twice a week and do laundry and dishes, the bathroom and the vacuuming. I wonder what that would cost and if I could live with the embarrassment of having someone see the house a total wreck?

Well, for now, we have diviied up the times when someone will at least make some attempt to do the cleaning. I get Monday nights, Wednesday mornings and Saturdays. Kiel takes Fridays, and we live in constant hope that Drew will rise to the Thursday slot. And hopefully Andrea will take Tuesdays. We shall see if this system works better than the division by task.

Last year we tried Drew does laundry, Kiel does cooking and I do dishes. I have to admit that was not exactly successful. Sigh. Its such a small apartment. You wouldn't think it would be such a problem!

If this doesn't work, I will be calling a maid service. After all, you can only take so much chaos before you become dysfunctional!