Day Ninety-Two
David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Page: 152
Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe Page: 70
I’m tired. I got up at 7:30 to change Alex, who has been wetting all the way through his diapers, and was soaked from waist to ankles. I’m moving him up to larger diapers for nightime because neither he nor I enjoy dealing soggy jammies in the morning. Then we ran a few errands, got to work and tried to catch up on all the work there. I got a few broken hours of reading in after Jared arrived at one and then headed home with the boys to get a handle on the housework. I struggled just to get the laundry sorted until Quinn showed up and held Luc when he cried and played with Alex the rest of the time. I scrubbed the bathroom, and planned to do the same to the other five rooms in the house when I completely ran out of vim. The kitchen floor got swept but the dishes are untouched, I vacuumed crumbs in the living/dining room but didn’t deal with the boxes of wine glasses Jared got for his birthday, and I picked up and organized the boys clothes but didn’t vacuum or dust. Our bedroom is untouched (ie dusty and cluttered) and I didn’t get upstairs except to sit down and write this. Quinn offered to come over tomorrow and finish up the laundry and do the dishes so the house should be looking good-ish as of then.
I started David Copperfield mostly to keep from falling further behind by trying to finish Chaucer. And when I left the bookstore, I left it behind so I had to start a new book and Achebe was at the top of the stack. So far I’m enjoying Dickens and unimpressed by Things Fall Apart. We’ll see how it plays out.
Here is a shot of Jared in spandex…his glory days before he got tied down with me and our swiftly appearing brood.
April 4th, 2008 at 9:18 pm
Here is my house cleaning hint: I clean just before people are scheduled to show up at my house. Other than that, I simply keep the clutter to a minimum. I think, that like most young moms, you are expecting too much of yourself. Find out what is important to your husband and clean it to that level, not to the level of some visiting house cleaning critic, who may exist only in your own mind. Toodles.