It felt exhilarating...until I stepped into the kitchen to do ANYTHING.
Let me just remind you, I do not have a dishwasher (you know, the machine variety that so many of you are blessed, let me repeat, blessed to own) and my kitchen hosts the hub of the house, including the table, on about a 10 by 10 foot of space.
I was tired of doing the mundane blah that life of wifery and motherhood require.
Wifery, is that even a word?
Oh well, I was tired of it anyway.
Tired of it I tell you!
I could not possibly be the only woman who feels this way.
Am I wrong?
So, I chose to strike!
I did not tell a soul. Although I'm sure they noticed my tush planted firmly on the lazy boy more in those three days then my entire life.
Or did they?
No.
This was the rather large pile of treasures I discovered among the floor after I spent a good hour and a half doing some deep kitchen cleaning.
Wrappers, dust balls, spices, half eaten food and Easter grass. Of course every good mother knows that this is not the end of Easter grass! The pesky electrically charged little stuff shows its stringy self every winter just as I ready for Christmas.Moral of the story: Don't go on kitchen cleaning strike.
It does not do any good.
Buck up! Keep cleaning even when the skin on your hands start to flake off peel and crack.
Even when you'd rather do anything anything but clean.
Clean up the mess and get it over with, otherwise, it just sits around, gets denser and waits for when you are in the mood.
Besides, the above picture is evidence of what you can look forward to if you choose to go on strike.
The break from it all, now that was great!
I can feel your pain and am totally with you!
ReplyDeleteThat pile just made me laugh - that would TOTALLY happen at my house too!
Once there was a wrapper that got dropped on the floor right in the path of the main traffic in our home. I decided not to pick it up and to see how long it would stay there if I didn't. Three days later I could not stand it anymore. When I brought it to the attention of my family they all said they didn't even see it. HOW COULD THEY NOT SEE IT? THEY WALKED OVER IT A BILLION TIMES A DAY!! UGh!! I guess that is why they call it the mother's touch!
Good luck getting your kitchen put back together!
Seriously... why is it that if YOU don't do it, no one else will? Cleaning the kitchen 3 times a day sometimes makes me think of lots and lots of swear words!
ReplyDeleteCherie, Love the wrapper test! I'll have to give it a try, although I'm certain my house can beat your house record!
ReplyDeleteLisa, I too have cursed the dishes! Or cursed the lack of a dishwasher. All the Kitchen work makes me ornery! One day at a time, right?
I love my kitchen, it is my kingdom, and the only room I have complete control over (more or less). The family room on the other hand, I've gone on strike about a few times. It is never never never clean. Except at night. That is life.
ReplyDeleteMy mom literally banned plastic Easter grass from our house when I was young after cutting it off the vacuum roller a few times.
I think I've been on strike for a few years, unconsciously, and yep it creeps up on you, but I like your way of thinking, you've got to give it a go anyway. You sound very similar to someone I know....me. We also don't have a dishwasher, you are not alone.
ReplyDeleteBy the way I've popped over from MMB, I hope you don't mind.
Lisha