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<blockquote data-quote="gcvmom" data-source="post: 185974" data-attributes="member: 3444"><p>Oh, I gave up on having a normal house about 12 years ago when I was prego with difficult child 2. </p><p> </p><p>Ya know, when I worked, I grumbled that husband never rinsed his dishes, let alone loaded them in the dishwasher. I complained that he didn't clean up his messes in the kitchen. I kibbitzed that he left his dirty laundry wherever he took it off. He never washed laundry the right way (put heavy jeans in with permanent press and wondered why his jeans never dried and his shirts were wrinkled), and certainly didn't know how to fold things properly and resented me trying to show him how. He never put things away when he was done with them, and he always forgot to close up or lock up (consequently, things got stolen -- wow!).</p><p> </p><p>So when I quit work to have babies, I thought maybe things would get better since I'd have more time to devote to picking up the slack, as it were.</p><p> </p><p>Wrong. I gave birth to a difficult child (didn't realize it until I was already prego with difficult child 2). And after difficult child 2, I must've hit my head, 'cuz I intentionally tried for a girl after that, and it's been one glorious day in bedlam after another since the day she was born!</p><p> </p><p>SO I just gave up on ever having a neat, tidy, clean house. No nice furniture (I try to buy stuff at consignment stores so I don't feel so bad if it gets wrecked). I tell people I'm going for the "distressed" look. I MEANT for that oak table to have water rings and gouges in it. That leather couch? It's supposed to have scratches and tears in it. The impermeable Pergo floor? We're actually a demo house where we try to prove them wrong. That paint on the wall? It's supposed to have stuff splashed on it near the ceiling (oops! DON'T look at the ceiling -- and if you do, DON'T ask me what that stuff is up there... I don't remember anyway). Oh, and yes, we are DUST BUNNY RANCHERS, didn't you know? I won a blue ribbon at the county fair for having the biggest ones on record! We grow 'em BIG in my house!</p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 26px">What do you mean I have to put my clean clothes away?</span> <span style="font-size: 22px">In the right drawers?</span> <span style="font-size: 18px">Why can't I leave my dishes here on the table?</span> <span style="font-size: 15px">With the food I spilled on the floor under my chair?</span> <span style="font-size: 12px">Why do I have to use soap?</span> Or shampoo? <span style="font-size: 9px">You want me to bathe? ...</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gcvmom, post: 185974, member: 3444"] Oh, I gave up on having a normal house about 12 years ago when I was prego with difficult child 2. Ya know, when I worked, I grumbled that husband never rinsed his dishes, let alone loaded them in the dishwasher. I complained that he didn't clean up his messes in the kitchen. I kibbitzed that he left his dirty laundry wherever he took it off. He never washed laundry the right way (put heavy jeans in with permanent press and wondered why his jeans never dried and his shirts were wrinkled), and certainly didn't know how to fold things properly and resented me trying to show him how. He never put things away when he was done with them, and he always forgot to close up or lock up (consequently, things got stolen -- wow!). So when I quit work to have babies, I thought maybe things would get better since I'd have more time to devote to picking up the slack, as it were. Wrong. I gave birth to a difficult child (didn't realize it until I was already prego with difficult child 2). And after difficult child 2, I must've hit my head, 'cuz I intentionally tried for a girl after that, and it's been one glorious day in bedlam after another since the day she was born! SO I just gave up on ever having a neat, tidy, clean house. No nice furniture (I try to buy stuff at consignment stores so I don't feel so bad if it gets wrecked). I tell people I'm going for the "distressed" look. I MEANT for that oak table to have water rings and gouges in it. That leather couch? It's supposed to have scratches and tears in it. The impermeable Pergo floor? We're actually a demo house where we try to prove them wrong. That paint on the wall? It's supposed to have stuff splashed on it near the ceiling (oops! DON'T look at the ceiling -- and if you do, DON'T ask me what that stuff is up there... I don't remember anyway). Oh, and yes, we are DUST BUNNY RANCHERS, didn't you know? I won a blue ribbon at the county fair for having the biggest ones on record! We grow 'em BIG in my house! [SIZE=7]What do you mean I have to put my clean clothes away?[/SIZE] [SIZE=6]In the right drawers?[/SIZE] [SIZE=5]Why can't I leave my dishes here on the table?[/SIZE] [SIZE=4]With the food I spilled on the floor under my chair?[/SIZE] [SIZE=3]Why do I have to use soap?[/SIZE] Or shampoo? [SIZE=1]You want me to bathe? ...[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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