{The 3 rascals with my Mum} At this time of the year I am feeling a little washed out. There is too much to do and I really don't want to do any of it. Everyone in my house also seems to have become very lazy... (btw, this is tongue in cheek post in case …
{The 3 rascals with my Mum}
At this time of the year I am feeling a little washed out. There is too much to do and I really don’t want to do any of it. Everyone in my house also seems to have become very lazy…
(btw, this is tongue in cheek post in case you don't get my humour tied in with a rant!)
I’d had enough of the mess, the laziness and taking me for granted so I pulled out the “5 people in this house, not just me” card. I decided it was time for me to throw a massive tantrum and get everyone to start listening. They needed to pull their sock up…
I was tired of the sentences starting like this:
- where’s my phone…
- have you seen my shoes…
- where’s that drink bottle…
- there’s nothing to eat…
- I don’t have clean socks…
So I ranted for a while, cried a little bit, told them I need them to help. I can’t do everything and not everything in this house is my responsibility. There are 5 of us and all 5 of us are old enough to clean up, get our own drinks, find our own shoes and generally help. I was furious when there was a wet towel in the hallway. It had probably been there for an hour and I know more than one person had been stepping over it for an hour before I noticed. I was like, ARE YOU SERIOUS?? No one had thought that doesn’t belong there so I might pick it up??
My 10 year old casually said to me the other week, “Mum, remember when you had that job before The Block where you worked lots and that lady came to clean our house? We used to get home and everything was fresh and clean?”
I burst out laughing… WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY MATE? Haha. I kindly reminded him that if everyone helped around here, our house could be clean ALL the time.
Yesterday my mood still hadn’t improved. I was foul. My husband called me a chicken (fowl, get it?). I am surrounded by 4 males who will never understand lady hormones. They pretty much stayed away from me. Nothing I did could shift my mood. I stomped around washing beds, washing clothes, ironing, vacuuming – trying to make some order in this house. My husband knew my mood – this house is filthy and I’m not coping mood. So he quietly helped where he could (but mostly staying out of my way… haha).
God I love them. But I will not have lazy blokes in my house. The future wives of these children will be thanking me one day. 🙂
3 more days of school left and then I have them home for a loooong time. We have lots of ‘family meetings’ in our house and tonight we’ll be having one to discuss the expectations during the school holidays. 🙂
I’d be great a running a concentration camp don’t you think? #jokes
What’s your current rant about? I bet you have one at this time of the year too!
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Comments
Michelle Hayward
Oh Katrina, I would laugh, but I’m in the same head space. Mine finished school on Friday and I’ve been ranting since 1992! True story! Having a house full of boys who don’t get it does NOT help my cause, and I don’t get them either, so I guess we’re even! 😉 God help me, some days I could just go shopping (and maybe not come back…for a while…) I just want Christmas over with now. I’m sick of it! I love Christmas BUT with this year being what it is, I just want everything packed now and out of the way! I did my rant the other day but I sure can feel another one coming on! By the way, Geez your mum looks young!!!!!
Katrina
Yes, my Mummy does look good! X
Deanne
I make my boys cook clean and wash, does them good- they will grow up to appreciate how hard their wives work!
Katrina
True, very true!
Penny
Same for me yesterday.
I cracked it and started screaming at my boys.
Mine already have been on holidays for a week now. So from having friends over and then ignoring me and having them run through our new house like a heard of buffaloes to finding need bullets in every part of the house.
Helping out in the yard for one hr then sitting on my WHITE lounge covered in dirt.
Yes then the wet towel on their bedroom floors and sitting on their beds wet. Arrrhhhh
I am feeling your pain.
What am I thinking, tonight I have allowed our 15 yr old daughter to have 15 friends over to sleep in the media room. Boys and girls….
I have lost the plot for sure.
Pen x
Katrina
Oh Penny, 15 girls and boys at that age???????? You’re mental! haha. Good luck with that!! X
Cathy
Oh I hear you too! Toys everywhere, bedrooms a mess, towels on the floor…mine finished on Friday because school is moving sites. Today I’m going to attempt a Santa photo (because 2 older ones want one)…God help me – and Santa!
Katrina
My boys won’t go near Santa for a photo. I wish they would 🙁
kl
I think it’s a ‘boy thing’ Katrina. My J, at 10 is a true believer but there’s no bloody way he’s going near the fat man.
My girls are still happy to accomodate the annual ritual at 21 & 23 though there’s no point if they’re not all together!
x kl
Bron @ Stop That Owl
My only saving grace at the moment is that my 2 girls are still at school until Friday. We’ve well and truly got the end of year horrors here, we are all tired and grumpy, and the girls seem to have forgotten how to pick up/put away/wash up/clean up. As an all girl household, that is a recipe for disaster!
Katrina
I think mine need a good dose of holidays too. And me too! We’ve all become lazy and cranky 🙂
Kira
My current rant was pretty much the same thing! Except I only have the one male and a dog to contend with! I’m the one who does about 99% of the housework, the other 1% that he does results in nothing being but back where it belongs or jobs being half done/not done properly. So Saturday I went on a cleaning spree scrubbing and cleaning everything, the house now looks amazing.. Though how long it will stay that way for….
Katrina
It never stays clean for long enough! Argh!
Neen
I too have had it with cleaning for everyone, so today hubby and I taught the 15 year old to clean the bathroom to help us out. Funniest moment was when she cleaned the toilet with tears running down her cheeks ‘I never want to clean a toilet ever again’ funny, funny, funny. We offered for her never to use the toilet again whilst trying not to cry with laughter. SERIOUSLY !!! How did my child get to 15 and never EVER clean the toilet?It’s a magic toilet that cleans itself I suppose !!
kl
This is hilarious! Poor pet. DOCs should be called! LOL!
x KL
kl
I went on strike once. It worked miracles. Hubby (no.1) came home and asked what had happened…I said, I didn’t. After a week (I did all my own dishes, clothes etc…) they (3 of them) got the message and things improved. The marriage didn’t though. LOL!
x KL
Emma
Yes KL – I went on strike 10 years ago and it worked a treat. My husband had the cheek to say “oh standards are slipping round here.” I went utterly ballistic. I had 2 kids under 2 yrs and a home studio to work from. After 4 days he broke and I got a cleaner and ironing lady. 😉 But women will forever have the lion’s share of stuff to deal with at home. Who else would remember to buy gifts for kids parties, or that pants don’t actual wash themselves?
Kristy
Katrina,
I’m hearing you, living with a house of males who just don’t get us is soo frustrating( maybe its more because I don’t get them lol!!!)
I too pull out the 5 people in this house and I’m sure all they hear is blah blah blah lol!!! Because if I end up in tears they then give me the look and I hear them saying to each other ” what’s wrong with mum” grrrr. Maybe we need the invention of a self cleaning toilet area for males as that would make one thing in our lives easier 🙂
By the way your boys are gorgeous
Cheers Kristy
Amanda
Good on you for making your boys pull their weight – their future wives will definitely thank you 🙂 I was in óne of those moods’ onb Sunday too – I think it was the build up of all the Christmas preparations and lack of time 🙂