Thursday, March 3, 2011

who lives like this?!?

My house is in a hand basket...and it is fast approaching it's destination. Lou is really the one who keeps this place orderly, if it were left up to me I would just leave the toys out all the time. I mean why let myself live in a grown up fantasy land where the living room actually belongs to me, it's just going to belong to them again at 7am. Lou really does the lion's share of cleaning and laundry around here and I am grateful for that. But since I'm all crippled, he's been picking up all the "mommy slack" when he's home so I can just lay in bed and moan about how bad it hurts. I usually try to at least have the place tidy when he gets home, but today (after hobbling around on my boot after two toddlers for hours) I just don't have it in me, all I want to do is lay on the couch with a large pain pill (which I won't take until he gets here) and a large bag of ice. So here is what my darling, darling husband will walk into tonight...

-A kitchen filled with dishes from the boys' breakfast, lunch and dinner plates along with all of my accompanying dishes.

-A stove covered with whatever I used to cook those meals

-A couch upon which is draped our kitchen rug (the one our dog wipes his feet on when he comes in)

-at least 3 or 4 randomly filled sippy cups randomly strewn about

- pieces of chewed up and discarded food (probably veggies) all about the place.

-One tennis shoe (mine) on the love seat

- A tub full of tub toys

-A wet bathroom floor

-Towels on the counter top and a shower curtain WIDE OPEN!!!

-The TV still on PBS

-The kitchen hand towels and fly swatters in the living room

-EVERY toy we own out of it's special place and partying on the floor like they are having some kind of Hasbro, Mattel, Disney orgy

- His wife, with her foot elevated above heart level and grinning ear to ear because she can finally take that beloved pain pill and collapse into bed.



HereWeGoAJen said...

It's not your fault, you are incapacitated! Besides, if you rest now, you'll get better faster and get this over with faster. So think of it that way.

And I have been feeling bad all night that we just ran out and left you with a mess. Time got away from me badly! Tell your fabulous husband that I owe him one and we'll send him and Matt to the movies or something in a few weeks to make it up to him.

Courtney said...

that mess was here before you came so don't feel bad at all.
If anything bask in the glory of your heroic visit, during which Wibef the Great kept Sir Squish and Lord Bear happy and entertained so that I could sit down for awhile:)

Danifred said...

If it makes you feel better, we live like that sometimes too. It just happens, even when all of our body parts are working properly.

Sarah said...

That sounds like what my husband has been coming home to for about the entirety of this pregnancy. I think we need a pass sometimes :) I figure if my child has all her fingers and toes and isn't starving at the end of the day (well, those days anyway) then it was a successful day!