Sisyphus was this Greek mythology guy who had to push a boulder up a hill everyday only to have it roll back down on him. I can relate so much with that story. If you’ve have 3 kids or any kids then you have an idea of where I’m going with this.
Here is my list of boulders: in order of rage.
10. Diapers (my kids are 10,8 and7 now, but this one will always be on the list somewhere)
9. Baths for the kids (I burn easily, but I will go to the pool everyday if it means I don’t have to chase them around to bathe them)
8. Breakfast for the kids. (I’m a cereal girl myself and hope to raise cereal kids)
7. Switching out the clothes for each season. (my kids never want to change to the new season, so I have to hide my daughter’s summer sleeveless dress before the school call Children’s Services)
6. The Lawn (to quote my best friend “Once you mow the lawn, you will always mow the lawn”) or as I like to call it “My Husband’s Fucking Job”
5. The Snow in my driveway (we live in Utah, see #6)
4. Toilets ( I have 2 boys, need I say more)
3. Sticky shit on my floor (my kids now play “Cinderella” by scrubbing that up for me )
2. Refereeing the Arguments over the Wii. (I will, and I promise you this, set the fucking Wii on fire in my front yard so all the neighbors can see what a crazy bitch looks like)
1. Laundry (the mother of all boulders to push; death, taxes, and the smelly piles in the laundry room, in the hall, in the bathroom, etc.)
Whites, darks, colors, delicates, etc. ; I do it all. Well maybe not all. I don’t iron (anymore). Buy enough t-shirts and jeans and that takes care of itself. My husband wisely takes his work shirts into the dry cleaners. I wisely wear the same thing over and over and over. My kids, however, are still working on the problem that Mommy only washes things in the hamper and on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Anything not done on those days doesn’t get washed. This is fine for my youngest; her grandmothers have her stocked for clothes until she’s 17. The boys struggle with their aim.
The old me ( the one how had enough interest and energy to care what other moms think) would never let my kids be caught dead with grass stains on their jeans. The new and wiser me thinks that the next laundry day is just around the corner. Don’t worry I’ll get to it soon or later.
As you can see I’m not a fan of housework, or cleaning my children. But with all of that said my biggest fear in life is for someone to tell me my house is as dirty as I think it is. So until Zeus tells me I can stop I will proudly push my boulders and pray to the gods on Olympus that my kids will push their own boulders one day.
It’s only fair.