Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

Especially during the holidays I’ve been seeing a lot of food posts on social media, and the comment section is always about how completely attractive a man that cooks is. The comment section is flooded with how sexy it is and attractive it is that a man cooks. So yeah…no. What is sexy and attractive is a man that cleans! I woke up today and came down to the kitchen, because D was gracious enough to take S to get her haircut. Her hair is now well below her butt and since I no longer can help her as much as I used to we decided it was time for a trim. I haven’t been feeling my best, not only because of low hemoglobin, but the body aches have been quite intense, so I truly have just let things be. After sending S off my sites to making a little breakfast for myself and oh my God… it looks like a bomb went off in the kitchen. There’s pancake batter all over the counter, the floor, the cabinets along with the stove. There is cocoa powder on the floor on the garbage cans on the lids of the garbage cans… I’m having a mini heart attack as I look at this disaster of a kitchen. I’m completely overwhelmed, and I have no idea how I’m going to clean this kitchen, because I certainly know J is not going to do it. He’s going to make the kids do it. And I have a problem with that and I don’t know why I know that they are the ones that were likely to make this mess and if you make the mess you should clean it on a fundamental level I completely agree with it, but for some reason I have a problem with that.

The only way I’m gonna make it through the day and clean this kitchen and fold laundry is if I pace myself. for every 15 minutes of activity I need to sit down for 5 to 10 minutes. This will make a very long day for sure. My first task was to clean off the counter so that I could empty the dishwasher and put clean dishes on the counter, then a break, then put the dishes away then another break. I enlisted L to help me as I could start feeling my bodies limitations. He did this heavy, lifting, while I scrubbed away at the sink.

My body said nope after the kitchen was done. I climbed up the stairs and crawled into bed.

I just woke up a few minutes ago clearly kitchen and laundry were too much for me. It’s 7:09pm. Clean kitchen but it wore me out. I feel like hot trash.