A New Year?

What does the New Year represent? For some I'm sure it's a new beginning but for me, it's just another fucking year thankyouverymuch. Things will happen both good and bad, I'm sure because there is no such thing as a totally stress free year.

I started this year with a messy house and 13 days into the year, the house is still quite a mess, the only good thing is that I finally got a shredder and I feel like a government employee with all shit I've shredded so far. That did lead me to clean out a few drawers searching for more crap to shred. Piss-boy has developed the incredibly annoying habit of while comprehending exactly what I mean, doing something completely inane instead. For example I just asked him to bring me my glasses, and he starts to hand me a glass; now this could be interpreted several ways except for his tell-tale signs that give the kid away. For example, he'll repeat it, "Oh you want your glasses," his voice goes up level or two, then feigns surprise when I give him the mom-is-going-to-skin-you, look. He knows full well, what I was asking for, then he acts hurt when I'm into playing his game.

Over the holidays we gave the boys too much stuff, and don't get me started what the grandparents, and friends gave them. They are thoroughly spoiled and I have no more room for this shit, which is piling up all over the house. In any event, in a moment of maternal holiday weakness I got my little son the 7-11 Slurpee machine (I can hear the collective mom sighs), plus the added thought from Rainbird, commenting we could use it for making grown-up drinks. He hates slurpees whenever I got them for him before and honestly was suspicious about his motives for wanting one--I think he just wanted it because he thought it was cool. He's missed nearly a full week of school due to multiple illness' and Piss-boy lacking any common sense and finally went today. He brought home a great report, so I told him we could make Slurpees. I start opening the box and I knew I was in trouble.

I start going over the instructions, which read like stereo instructions, and I'm lost at number seven, so I ponder, and smoke a cigarette while the child inside the house is asking me if we're going to do it now. I whimper silently to the clouds above, thump out the cigarette and head back indoors. Carefully, I put together the machine, and finally get it work, we watch quietly as the machine starts to spin around. Five minutes later, we had a slurpee. I was kinda blown away by it. Fredo was less than impressed. Later we did it for older son, a little faster that time, and better results.

Rainbird decided later to try it out for Margaritas, it didn't work so well, I'm not sure why, except maybe he added too much Tequila. Oh well.

Saturday.......

This morning we woke to an unusually quiet house, I, being so unawake didn't even ponder, if I were the first up or not, all I knew is that I wanted coffee. Rainbird got up at the same time, followed quickly by the dog. We found the children playing a game quietly together, looking way too sweet, and causing us to watch for a moment or three, until we saw Fredo taking a sip out of can of soda. It's nine AM and Pissboy didn't consider that soda was not appropriate. Shit like that kinda sets the tone for the day. Rainbird told Pissboy to get dressed and that's when the trouble began.

Fredo is playing with Leapster Max, and is apparently playing a level more suitable for an older, okay I'll say it, smarter child. He doesn't know his fucking letters and he's trying to make words, so it's one frustration after another. I turn off the game, and notice that Piss-boy has created his own file, instead of just playing the crap that is MORE appropriate for his much younger brother.

Now, Fredo wants to play Piss-boy's file, which is like starting to read a novel in the middle, he's frustrated and I have no patience because since I overslept I have a screaming caffeine headache.

Which leads me to the final thought of the morning, I really hate it when I oversleep on weekends, and don't get my quiet time. I get really snappish when I sleep too late and don't have a cup of coffee within an hour of when I normally do. Also, waking up hurrying to check my email, and basically rushing is not the way to start the weekend.

This will now digress in a different but strangely related area of home organization. I used to be very organized, exceptionally so but somewhere along the way I got fat and lazy and at the very least the laziness is something I can do something about. I used to have a housework schedule that Rainbird had helped me organize that way, I wasn't spending weekend time cleaning. He would "help" by printing out the daily "to do" list and I would go down it checking off completed tasks. At some point in time, I decided the list was offensive, and told him not to bother. I kept with the schedule for a couple weeks afterward, then we moved and everything changed anyway, but then in this house we've been fairly schedule free.

Nothing's been done until it absofuckinglutely needs to be done, which means Rainbird isn't too happy, I'm not happy and the kids are thinking that the only time people clean is when they have to, and spend an entire day doing it. So, I spent a short amount of time, adding cleaning chores to my computer calendar, and the computer will remind me each morning what needs to be done, as long as I actually read it. Having the computer remind me has been helpful with remembering for the garbage and other things like that, so I assume it couldn't hurt for this also. At worst, I'll just annoy myself but it's better than going to Rainbird and admitting his way was a little better.