Friday, May 23, 2008

Welcome to my world . . . .


As you all know, our house consists of a blended family of seven. That being said, our house consists of the complete and utter mess and chaos of a blended family of seven. For those of you out there that have teenagers or have raised teenagers you know what I am about to talk about. I truly believe there has to be a gene which is still currently undiscovered that kicks in right about the age of eleven. Now, this gene has nothing to do with congenital diseases, birth deformities, or personality traits. No, this gene has to do with the ability to live with complete and utter disregard for cleanliness. You know, if you can't see the floor in their room that's ok they know where EVERYTHING is! And let's not talk about the bathroom. You know the place that when I get to the door I cringe at what it's latest state is going to be. Let me just say this, what is the problem with kids and brushing their teeth. I mean, how hard is it to clean out the sink when they're done? Let's not even go to the towels, I can hang a hand towel up and within 30 seconds it's waded up in a ball on the floor behind the toilet. My biggest pet peeve is the kitchen. This is the girls domain. I mean I grew up having to do dishes. What is the big deal? You would think that I had asked them to commit hari kari or something. And to make it even more frustrating, WE HAVE A DISHWASHER! This is the usual sequence of events. Dinner is cooked, everyone feeds their face (another post), and the dishes get piled high enough into the sink that it could compete for a spot on the list for wonders of the world. I can't stand to have my kitchen in disarray. But, I will try and give the girls the benefit of the doubt that they will do their chore before bedtime. I know, I should be committed for thinking like this right? Come on! I am an optimist for crying out loud. Well, eventually reality sets in when I have a hard time seeing out the window for the mountain of dishes that are sitting in the sink. Hey, you may think I'm exagerrating but have you ever seen how many dishes 4 teenagers can go through in a day? I mean do you think they could use the same cup more than once? Nooooooooo, even if it's just a sip of water we have to go through every glass in the house. I mean if I kept buying plastic cups I could own most of the SOLO company by now. Oops sorry, I'm getting off topic. Getting back to the dishes, it usually ends up this way. Me saying, "Girls, why haven't these dishes been done yet! I am sick and tired of having to tell you two EVERY day to do the dishwasher! How difficult is it to do! Would YOU like to have to hand wash these things? I NEVER had the luxury of a dishwasher when I was your age! I had to hand wash and dry EVERY dish in my house myself!" etc., etc., etc.,. I thought you all would be proud with that. Anyway the usual response is, "Why do we have to do them? The boys don't EVER (pathetic huh) have to do anything! It's not fair!(blah blah blah)". I have to admit, it is pretty fun to get them riled up this way. I usually succeed in ticking them off for at least 30 minutes or so. My goal is to knock it up to at least an hour. Well, the other day I about fell off the chair when I read the following cartoon in the paper. I immediately suspected that someone had been spying on me through the kitchen window but then realized that there was no way they would have been able to see over the pile of dirty dishes.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I have to tell you when we moved into our little cabin, the first thing my husband and I did was remove the dishwasher. After all, I needed the storage space for my margarita glasses and more importantly, the paper plates and paper towels. And how's this for an ending to the day? ... Both girls have to fix a new glass of ice water (large) ... take a drink then leave it on the counter for me to move in the morning so I may make my coffee. Life! LOL!!! Brenda