Blarghity!

Good God, my house is a wreck right now. And please trust me, when I say my house is a wreck, I mean it. I'm not the kind of person who says her house is a mess when there is dust in the corners or a couple dishes in the sink. Oh no, you can be sure that if I say it's bad, it's BAD, and not good-bad but bad-bad. Of course if I am typing away here that means I'm not doing anything about it. Some days I wish that all I wanted in life was to be housewife with young children. Then I think I might be better at it. Or at the very least the laundry would be done more frequently. But unfortunately I have the Internet. And the Internet reminds me, daily, that there are many, many, many things I would rather be doing than scrubbing the bathtub. And if I can't go out and do them then, by gum, I will read about it instead. It would be so much easier if it was the Fifties and I could just take some tranquillizers, turn on Lawrence Welk and Hoover the place from top to bottom in my pearls and heels. Goddamn feminism had to go and ruin it all.

Willa has passed the six month mark. I feel like that is impossible but I am checking the calendar, and yes, she is indeed six months. Almost seven. She is sitting up, eating solids now, and constantly babbling about God knows what. She chose to celebrate her six-month birthday by refusing the bottle. We had been doing just fine with it until a couple weeks ago and now she will not take a drop no matter how we beg and cajole. Next I mix Hershey's syrup with breast milk and see if that works. Seriously though - any of you had this happen? What do I do? At least I see the light at the end of the breastfeeding tunnel at this point but still hoping someone has a trick to share.

Just a reminder to you non-horseracing fanatics out there. This Saturday is the first Saturday in May, aka Kentucky Derby day. I will be holding another contest to pick the money horses starting Thursday. Check back for details. Mmm... I don't know about you but there's nothing quite like that fidgety compulsive betting sensation!

Comments

[BOSSY]

Bossy's house is in need of a deep clean. Even a very superficial clean would do. Heck, even a little vacuum action?

[Noelle]

This childless single gal's got no advice on feeding babies, but I will do your laundry for you if you ask, especially if I could bring a load of my own... I feel like if I ever get to live in a place where I don't have to leave the house to get my clothes clean, I'd do laundry every day. It's my favorite chore. Now as for scrubbing, that can wait until I have my own place.

[LetterB]

Laundry used to be my favorite chore, too, until I had to do it for 4 people. It never stops. Ahhhhhhh!

Ahem. But I do feel your pain. Lived in NYC for nigh a decade without on-site laundry. It really does suck.

[E.]

Our house is a sty. A sty! My attitude is usually "it's OK if it's a little messy, as long as it's not dirty." Well, these days it's messy and dirty. Having a baby on top of having a rambunctious little toy-scattering five-year-old just makes anything beyond putting the dishes in the dishwasher and occasionally running a sponge over the counters seem totally impossible. The only thing that remains somewhat clean is the downstairs floor because Roo is trying to start crawling and because I started being horrified everytime she dropped a toy and it came up covered in cat hair and crumbs. So I sweep, but truly I have to sweep around all the crap populating the floor. It's bordering on squalor, I tell you, and I try to just laugh and say "someday my house will be somewhat clean again." Someday...

Thank you for writing this post. It's nice to know I'm not alone! Erma Bombeck would approve, at any rate.

[DadaMama]

She's old enough for a soft-tipped sippy cup. We had to do that with Will, he was a diehard little breast man.

[DadaMama]

Oh, and do I ever KNOW what you're talking about. The housework can SUCK IT.

[supa]

"But unfortunately I have the Internet. And the Internet reminds me, daily, that there are many, many, many things I would rather be doing than scrubbing the bathtub. And if I can't go out and do them then, by gum, I will read about it instead."

ditto, ditto, ditto. Raising my head from my tearstained spot on the kitchen table to write this.

But seriously, though. My bathtub is filthy. And I can't be arsed to care.

[Janey]

I can't even rejoice that other people's homes are in the same condition as mine - bad dirty-bad - because there are only two adults living here. No babies or other young 'uns, or even any animals. Sigh.
I am too ill with the flu to try to think of an excuse, but I just wanted you to know there are other places like yours (except for the aforementioned differences).

[Janey]

I can't even rejoice that other people's homes are in the same condition as mine - bad dirty-bad - because there are only two adults living here. No babies or other young 'uns, or even any animals. Sigh.
I am too ill with the flu to try to think of an excuse, but I just wanted you to know there are other places like yours (except for the aforementioned differences).