*Disclaimer, this is just literally an unloading post, because I almost truly can’t even…
How to describe yesterday? I am sitting here with my laptop open, trying with everything I can muster, to try to make sense of my reflections of yesterday.
We started with a series of crisis emails from my charity volunteer post,
And some manic critical errors with my one client who’s suffering the effects of corporate over-reaching incompetence (SAGE). Don’t get me wrong, the program is impressive, but this latest update they pushed through is just a step too far for most of us to be using. With everything trying to go online, storage, programs, software as a service, the whole of it get’s muddled and too complicated to use. Truthfully, it’s a matter of choice, but as of the end of yesterday, I was about to choose to go back to calculators, synoptic and good old ledger-books.
Then when that’s all done and I’m home, we’re looking at cold cuts and good veggies again for dinner (this is a good thing), and I got some good cleaning done in the shop. With five kids a two adults in a four bedroom mobile we’re kinda running out of space so it’s time to R&R the interior of said shop so I can move my weights and some working spaces to that shop and reclaim some of our family space.
But then tragedy strikes! Somebody’s plugged the toiled (is there a picture of a removed toilet somewhere?) and I start with the plunger, move to the drain snakes (or in my case flexi-pipe) and finally pulled the whole damned thing off it’s base and flipped it over to unclog the mess from that side.
Once that particular adventure was completed, after getting the two littlest one’s to bed I might add, I got to reassemble it all, then totally clean the bathroom, because naturally a toilet that was being used by seven people is nowhere near as clean as that picture above.
Finally, at midnight, I got to start on the dishes, and cleaning the rest of the main areas of the house from stem to stern and somewhere around two in the morning I get to go to bed for four hours sleep so I can try to do it all again.
Tomorrow’s objective? Trying to impress upon my older boys that they need to start helping consistently around the house with things like dishes and laundry because one man, or two parents, or whatever, can’t do it all for everybody and still be good people. Tired makes us all just a little more cranky than I would be otherwise.
TLDR:: Parenting isn’t for the faint of heart. You’re going to end up with days that last more than the usual 18 hours, where you only get three or four to sleep before doing it all again. There will be days when your entire professional day is a crap shoot of mayhem fixing things you didn’t break, followed by an insane amount of crap that won’t go away. In today’s case, it was a literal amount of crap, clogging a porcelain toilet, which needed to be addressed before I could get to the usual mayhem that needed to be cleaned.
Thus, in summary, life’s a little too busy to be hoping for anything more than small accomplishments like this post here. I’ve big plans but I have a house to finish building, a brood to raise and a a career to actually pursue so that I can afford the first two.
Love you all, and God Bless you each one. Duke.