I’m so UBER lazy. LOL.LOL.LOL.LOL.
Apparently it’s shocking (to “some people”) that I make my teenager do chores at home. He does the dishes after dinner (GASP), he mows the grass on Saturdays (Wha!?), he even occasionally vacuums the 3 rugs in our house before going off to school (NOOOO!). A regular cinderfuckinfella I’ve made him into, eh?
But then there was this question that lingered… “What do you do all day, Stephanie, if you have your son do all the housework? A whole lotta nothing!?”
Hahahahhhahhahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Wait a minute. Let me catch my breath. Hahhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. That was funny.
Well, there’s this little thing called, uhhh, raising children. There’s the playdates. There’s the swim lessons. Doctor and dentist appointments. Park Play several times a week. There’s the Library Day. And MOPS every other Tuesday. There’s Gymnastics, ballet, and an occasional Spanish class. I also happened to have a 4 year old who can nearly read and a 3 year old who is potty trained. They didn’t do that on their own. I’m raising prodigies, remember? I spend time with my children. And they take up, ohhh, A FEW HOURS OF MY DAY!
Then there’s the eBay business. This is my second eBay business. There’s the summer money maker and the winter money maker, of which I sell on different accounts. I’d tell you more about those but I wouldn’t want to share too may details on how I make my money. Anyways, I’ve been busy. I’ve sold more than 150 planter bags in last month and a half. And I didn’t even have to pester my friends to buy Avon or Pampered Chef, I just sold my product to people who actually wanted it and weren’t buying out of charity. Novel idea!
There’s laundry. There’s grocery shopping. And there’s the house. The house is a full time job by itself. There’s chickens. There’s dogs. There’s veg gardens (yes, more than one). There’s my soapmaking and canning. There’s the baking. There’s this really weird thing I have called Obsessive Compulsive Disorder that requires that I sweep, mop, and vacuum DAILY. If after I do these things I find a corner or nook that was overlooked, I can’t just “let it go”, I actually have to break the broom and mop back out. Once a month I break out the carpet cleaner and clean my rugs, at the very least cleaning the stains if not the whole rug. I also pull all of the couch covers off of each and every cushion and then wash them and put them back on. This is no simple task because half of the cushions have fluff, not a cushion that just pulls out. So I have to remove this fluff, put it in trash bags, wash the cover, and then put the fluff back in. I also take all of our comforters to the laundry mat once a month and wash and dry them. This is religious. I don’t ever break the cycle. My house is not always sterile, I have 3 kids! But if it’s not I am normally pretty uncomfortable and plotting my next cleaning adventure. If my teenaged kid has to vacuum a rug or feed a dog once in awhile, fuck it. CALL DSS!
When I dream at night, it’s not of me sitting still… laying on a beach… sipping on a marg. I dream about running from brooms, running on treadmills, or baking pies and wiping noses while running from zombies, mother-in-laws, and x-lovers wives.
In my spare time??? I play on the computer. I also sew clothes for my kids and on Thursday I sewed up new accent pillows for my couch (with Amy Butler fabric, yummy). Tomorrow, after I weed the garden, mulch it, throw a birthday party for my Nooskers, wash a few loads of laundry, and clean the chicken pen, I’m going to sew up a baby carrier for my Caleb. And I’m not sewing one because I can’t afford to buy one or because none of my blog friends have gifted me one, I am sewing it because I want to. Yeah, all of that WITH a 30 week pregnant belly that weighs, well, not very much because I’ve burned too many calories this pregnancy to gain any weight.
Yeah, that’s me… L-A-Z-Y.
Posted by: stepherz | 06-27-2009 | 03:06 AM
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