I do wonder, sometimes, if I alone enjoy a slapstick existence, or if everyone – in the privacy of their own homes, gets along as I do. My husband thinks I am careless, and should go about more carefully, but truthfully I don’t know how.
Most days follow a similar pattern of chaotic progress, each task or project rolling sideways into the next one, usually simultaneously, never really one at a time. I’m sure this attracts disasters (serendipity in my view), and that a gentler, more considered approach would yield a more relaxed me, and a tidier house… but adrenalin is addictive, I’ve enjoyed it for a long time, and I was never meant to be a quiet housewife.
Breakfast time – you want to put the cheerios on the table? Ok.
Oh. Never mind, I’ll pick that up, no, leave the milk, I’ll…um, right. You sit down over there and I’ll just clean that up while you…. Oh, yes, that’s a good idea – we need 4 spoons, can you count to 4. Good girl!
Meanwhile coffee is bubbling over onto stove, while husband comments on the wisdom of letting small child carry full packet of cheerios to table and attempting to pour own bowl (it’s educational isn’t it?).
Breakfast finally over, school run, and back into house for quick clean up – transferring dishes to sink because dishwasher is still full from last night’s load. Feeling not yet awake, blog for the day while TV is being watched and project is being sought.
By the time lunch rolls around, dishes are probably still in the sink, plus mess from project, or activity… Lunch dishes are neatly stacked beside, as dishwasher is still not empty, house is strewn with imaginative play, and child goes to bed for a nap while mother paints. Child wakes, brushes must be washed, house tidied, child collected from school, dishwasher emptied….
Truth be told, left to my own devices, I create the chaos myself, with a few of us here (my kids are just like me), it’s a sort of quicksand of entertainment and frustration. Lovely but sort of deadly too. No wonder I roll into bed at night totally exhausted.
Our school concert was on last night – 18 little kittens being alley-cats. Make up and costumes, giggly chaos trying to get back through the curtain as it closed. Beautiful. Hilarious. Wonderful. 
spooky photo:) I know what you mean about one project spilling into another – and so on. Just kind of happens without trying doesn’t it..
I am indeed the Mistress of Chaos.
I love the concept of Order, I just can’t really be bothered implementing it, fully, you know…and I never really was much good at multi-tasking. I think I am, but hell, one just has to look at the results. As my Mum always said, I’ve always been good at creating six jobs out of one. It’s like the opposite of multi-tasking, order, isn’t it…
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The concert sounds fabulous..
I have the same problem with the dishwasher not unloading itself, and the laundry not hanging itself up
. I try to squeeze these kind of tasks in around the corners, or see if I can cajole my husband into doing them.