I woke up ready to start my day putting clothes away and hung up since it needed to be done. And yes it was with the boys awake unfolding all the clothes I was folding and on top of Charles because he was still asleep. I then came downstairs to make breakfast and the kitchen was a mess. I had asked the girls to clean up before the went to bed and it never happened food was even left out.
I was so frustrated. Like how can all of this get so messy so fast. I started cleaning up and then I said to myself “Stop what you’re doing” . I looked at Charles and said “I’m done cleaning this fucking house.” He looked at me because I use a cuss word but hey it got his attention. Then I said,
“I’m on Strike!”
He was so quiet. Mind you the girls were still sleeping and it was going on noon time. I was so mad. So I went upstairs to wake them up and their room was a disaster. I go in their bathroom and not only is the toilet paper gone and not replaced but the fucking roll was on the floor. I came back down stairs saying “I’m done!”.
I went outside for some fresh air and calm myself down. I did some deep breathing sets and then one of my friends calls me. I told her perfect timing. I chatted with 3 of my good friends that day and had alone time to get work done and brain dump onto paper. When I was all done that evening, magically the house was clean. Go figure.