Wyatt was gone to Youth Conference for the first half of the day, and to the cabin to finish the kitchen for the second half.
I stayed home and cleaned, cleaned, cleaned. The house was a disaster – I mean . . . “sorry you can’t walk thru the front door because it’s so messy. . .”
And I kept having people come over uninvited and unannounced. And it was stressing me out. I mean, to some extent I can write stuff like that off . . .
“Ya, my house is a mess, but I’m the mother of four small children, what do you expect”
or
“It’s not always like this, you just caught me at a bad time”
or
“Whatever, dude, like I care what you think”
are the things I tell myself in my head whenever these things happen.
But I can only do that for so long. Then it just gets frustrating and uncomfortable.
So I cleaned, cleaned, cleaned. And yelled, yelled, yelled – KEEP THE HOUSE CLEAN!! I hate how cleaning makes me feel like a bad mom. But seriously, I have to clean everything like 3 or 4 times before it’s all clean together, and it’s soooo frustrating!
Finally, Wyatt got home a little after I put the kids to bed. He was able to get the new floor in, and the cabinets installed. All that’s left is to figure out what we want to do for counter tops, and reinstall the sink. HURRAY! I am impressed he was able to get that project done so fast.