Friday, June 02, 2006

I Give Up! Laziness is Contagious.

The boys have been out of school for a week. They are enjoying mornings of sleeping until 8:00. When they wake up, they sit in their jammies and watch cartoons until sometime after 10. At that time they usually saunter down the stairs--still in PJs--and make their own breakfasts. They have to. The cook--me--clocks out at 7:30.

Quinton, of course is still recovering from Cushing's syndrome and the surgeries associated with that. So, for the time being, I will go easy on him. For him, laziness is not his fault. Although the fact that it's baseball season isn't helping matters.

But laziness is contagious. Being the only person in this house who is willing and/or able to wash a dish has become a pain in the @$$! It's a thankless, neverending job...the fruits of which only I seem to care about. So I have decided: If I can't beat' em, I will join 'em. After all, why should the boys have all the fun? I want to sloth off and lay around like a big ol' slug too!!!!!!

This should be interesting. I'm anxious to see what happens when there's no clean surface to eat on.


Or when all the clean dishes--and counter space--completely run out...

Then, somebody will misplace his shoes somewhere in or around the living room. It's inevitable. I happens on a daily basis.

The laundry will also go undone this week. That's probably just as well because the aforementioned laziness prevented the younger half of us from changing clothes this week.


Anyway, I'm anxious to enjoy my weekend off. Of course, I'm sure it will be punctuated by the whiney fit I shall receive when there are no clean towels out by the pool. To this I will shrug my shoulders and respond: "Oh, well...."

3 comments:

Ces Adorio said...

LOL!!! LOL!!! Oh Val, welcome to the club. I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes it's between cleanliness and neatness or losing my head from frustration while cleaning. As I said I hate housework and if I can twitch my nose like Samantha.

Your young bachelors are making a wreck of your beautiful and colorful house. I see a lot of nice and interesting things:

1. The silouhete of the colored bottles and dishes on the window
2. The colorful diamond patterns on the wall
3. The bench on the table - we had one when we were young
4. The corner hutch
5. Beautiful, clean cabinets
6. Open shelves with colorful Fiesta
7. Colorful neat wall panels
8. Big window overlooking the pool
9. More colored bottles on the window sill
10. A comfortable sofa

But I am with you. It will look better when the boys pick up their shirts and socks. LOL!!! Your house looks like mine does right now.

Not filthy, but things are not in their proper place. Those kids!!! What mess? LOL!!!

Enjoy the summer with Q getting better each day and everyone taking it easy.

Ces

ChristopherM said...

First of all, I LOVE your house! You have fantastic taste! Second of all, a piece of advice: I live with someone whose mama never wanted any of her seven children to leave home. She'd be thrilled if they all lived with her now with their spouses (except for me, of course!). Therefore, she did absolutely everything for them and taught them to do nothing in a subconscious bid to keep them dependent on her. The result is someone who literally has no idea how to do anything and left to his own devices lives like Fred Sanford. Do your future in-laws a favor and teach those boys to clean! LOL!

And you go right on ahead and be lazy...you've earned it these last few months!

Ms. Val said...

Christopher and Ces, if you guys like the way my house looks messy, you should see it when it's nice and clean with the table set in all Fiesta.

I really don't hate housework. I just hate cleaning the house, knowing full well that it will be filthy again in an hour.

Kyle's not too bad. He's good about putting his plate in the sink and not leaving his toys laying around. That boy doesn't want anything to come between him and his allowance.

Luke is just the opposite. He leaves papers, toys, and dishes on every surface. Most of the clutter around is his. One of these days, that boy will get a rude awakening when I bag it all up and throw it away.