domestic desperation
I need to be child free and totally alone in my house for a few hours. I want to clean my house without everything being undone as soon as I leave the room. I need to bake cookies and make supper without small people asking for snacks and poking through the pantry. I need to get all the dirty laundry together and know that I'm not going to find *more*, tucked under a bed or couch. I want to clean my house and get it all in order so that I can relax and enjoy the next few days.
This is not going to happen.
The best I can do is charge my mp3 player, put Charlotte down for a nap and confine Julia to one floor of the house while I clean another. I need to remove the mountain of recycling, the boxes of items-to-donate, and the bags of kids clothes and junk that are to be kept for little sisters. My house feels uber small, cramped, and messy and it's seriously driving me crazy. Seriously crazy. Instead of collecting stuff to be recycled or given to charity, it may all just go in the garbage, earth and good karma be damned. The urge to purge is strong this time of year.