I have a new term for my intense research epochs. I call it “Aspergering”. It’s when I get so focused on a quest for information, more information, and correct information that I lose track of other vital areas of my life … like cleaning and laundry.
My daughters are going to have to go commando soon if I don’t kick my ass into gear and start washing their tiny panties, then actually remember/be bothered to put them in the dryer before they become sour-smelling from languishing in the washer, and then take the damn things out and fold them. Or at least have them sitting around clean but piled haphazardly in laundry baskets. I can handle digging through clean laundry. That makes me feel only semi-inadequate as a mom.
To make matters worse, Lilo outgrew ALL her size seven pants this week. Now I have lots of clean folded jeans and khakis, but they are all stored away until Stitch grows into them. Moreover, Lilo is not quite a size eight, in that her trousers are a little baggy in the waist (not such a problem) and about an inch too long in the leg (hello cuffed look!). She looks … unkempt. This makes me feel like a bad mom even though it is totally not my fault. Then again, maybe “good” mothers out there sew clothes that are the perfect size. Know anyone who does that? Smack her for me. Thanks.
Furthermore, my kitchen looks like I recently fed an army of Cossacks and have yet to wash up after them. The most humiliating thing about that is that the kitchen isn’t even the most cluttered area of the house right now.
Cleaning. It must happen.
Right after I do just a little more research.