Doing To Do List = Missing the Chaos Kids

I miss my children.

I’m in shock.

Usually I can’t wait to get away, but today… I MISS THEM.

How is that possible, you may be asking?

Daddy aka Computer Guru (CG).

I slept in this morning and woke up to silence.

Absolute silence.

When living in a house with a 3.5 year old and an almost 1 year old, this DOES NOT HAPPEN.

It turned out, thanks to the “cool front” that went through a few days ago (the one that made it only 98 for highs and 69 for lows, as opposed to 104 with 110 heat index for high and 80 for the low), CG used this perfect weather (which it truly is for August in Texas) to walk to our park with the kids.

And so, the house was silent.

After a rare uninterrupted breakfast of Frosted Flakes, I got to work.

Laundry. Laundry. Laundry.

I’m not even halfway done.

I still have a giant pile of clothes to be scrubbed first, thanks to Lil Diva’s reflux and my uncanny clumsiness whenever I wear light colors while eating Things That Stain. I haven’t seen the bottom of the “stained clothes” bin in over three months. Lil Diva has probably outgrown the items that have been so grievously ignored.

Lil Diva eating her toes

Yummy toes....

No wonder I keep buying her more clothes.

It doesn’t help that girl clothes are cute. And she has gained at least six pounds since her six month check up.

She really really really did need new clothes. I swear.

Once I had the laundry set up for the foreseeable future, I moved on to organizing the master closet.

“Kelly, why are organizing a part of your house that nobody sees?” my friend Bobbi asked.

What she’s polite enough not to add is, “when so much of the viewable house is a chaotic mess?”

It’s the basement’s fault. Or rather, lack thereof.

Closets and garages are the only places to store things here (which, next to 66 days of 100+ heat while in my third trimester last year, is my biggest complaint about living here). I can’t put items away in my closet because it’s full. If I can’t put them in my closet, they sit out.  If they sit out they start breeding and multiplying until every surface available is consumed with piles of clothes, toys, blankets, towels, etc until I have nowhere to sort anything anymore.

Then The Tackler adds his touch, tornadoes through the room and the previously organized piles are in ruins.

The natural state of the House of Chaos restored. And now I have twice as much work to do as before.

Where was I?

Oh yes, closets.

I set about restoring some order to the closets so things can finally be put away.

I didn’t make it very far (a trip to buy more containers is needed), but I did make a shocking discovery.

I was going through clothes, determined to finally rid myself of things that don’t fit me, either storing them for later (in a less accessible location), or donating them.

I pulled out the form fitting dress I wore to my high school graduation. The dress that I couldn’t fully button when I moved here, yet still it came. I figured I’d see how close I was to getting it fastened again, then pass it on to Bobbi.

But it fit.

IT FIT!

Hallelujah!

To say I am elated at the results of working out nearly every day since January 1st… That would be an understatement.

I’d show a photo of it, but since I was so diligent about accomplishing household chores, I skipped Zumba class (favorite teacher is still gone) and hadn’t had a shower yet. So no photos.

Oh, and The Tackler picked that moment to wake up, diaper already filled as the Battle of Diaper Versus Potty rages on (at least, the excrement division of it).

I  really need to do the Poopapalooza post before I forget all details.

Then again, some things are best left in the abyss of Mommy Brain…..

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**This blog sounds as though the kids were at the park ALL DAY. This was not the case. After they returned from the park, we had lunch. When the boys were in the garage vacuuming out the van, I finally got Lil Diva down for a (two hour) nap.  CG took The Tackler to the grocery store. We unloaded groceries, had a snack, Tackler went down for a nap, Lil Diva woke up, and CG took her to the pet store. We had dinner, and CG took our son to the bookstore while Lil Diva and I Skyped with my parents.

With the exception of trying to get Evite working, I used all of the kid away/sleeping time to do the previously ignored housework listed above. Which is why it’s midnight and I’m just finishing this blog.

**I still sort of miss my kids. I’m sure they’ll make up for it tomorrow……

HAPPY 40th ANNIVERSARY MOM & DAD! I’m glad you got to see Lil Diva in action. 🙂

Updated formatting 7-20-11: I’m updating older posts moved from blogger to clean up the categories and to fix formatting issues built into Blogger.

Side note: I wouldn’t  see the end of the laundry pile until June 2011 when I did 16 loads of laundry in a weekend – eleven at a laundry mat.

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About Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos

Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood: 1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat. She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains. You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos (www.writingwithchaos.com) sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing. It's cheaper than therapy.
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