The following story is based on actual events.
When you give a Mom some kids, her house is going to be dirty.
When her house is dirty, there will come a point that she will want to clean it.
So she will need to get the cleaning supplies from her bathroom.
While in her bathroom, she will notice that she is low on toilet paper.
So she will sit down to make a grocery list.
She will look in the fridge to see what her family needs, and her preschooler will ask for some milk.
She will pour the milk for the preschooler, and while it is warming up in the microwave (she will never understand why the preschooler likes it warm), she will spray the sticky counters.
When the microwave beeps, she will give the milk to the preschooler.
The preschooler will ask for a movie and her blanket on the couch.
So mom will turn on a movie and get her a blanket.
Then, she will sit down to take a peek at her phone…only to realize it’s dead.
She will head to her bedroom to grab a charger.
And while she is there, she will notice that the bed is unmade and there are clothes on the floor.
She will make the bed and put away the clothes, and actually remember the charger!
But when she gets back to the dining room, she will remember that she sprayed the counter tops and they are now sticky again.
So she will put her charger on the dining room table next to her computer – where she had started a chat with customer support before she went to her bathroom for cleaning supplies. She forgot about the chat and customer support has abandoned their conversation.
She will restart the customer support conversation and wait.
When she sits down, her preschooler will spill the milk and she will have to get back up again.
The counters will remain un-wiped. The customer support conversation will be abandoned again. The house will remain messy. And her phone will not get charged.
But, everyone will end up snuggling on the couch, watching that movie under a blanket, and everything will be OK in the end.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
– Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Until next time,