Tomorrow is Mark's gall bladder surgery. Of course I am stressed out for many reasons. The first being the fact that it doesn't matter if it is laprascopic it is still surgery. The thought of Mark going "under the knife" kind of freaks me out. I am sure there are many ways in which complications could arise, and trust me when I say my mind has already thought of all of them and then some. I am sure I have stressed about stuff that isn't even a complication. I always tell my children that if there is something they need to tell me they might as well just spill the beans because I can tell when they have to tell me something and my mind comes up with far worse than their issues are. The same thing goes with anything in my life. I have quite the over active imagination and if there is a worst case scenario I have thought it. I seriously work hard on trying to think more positive. The other day Mark told me that if I am going to come up with what ifs than why not come up with the best case scenario what ifs. Hmmm, let's think about it. Yep, there is a best case scenario but seriously that just isn't much fun to stress over. lol
Second, Mark is going to be out of commission for at least a week. I am feeling the need to get everything cleaned and organized which leads me to the title of my blog. Why does it seem that every time you ask a child to help out with cleaning all hell breaks loose? I mean that in very literal terms. It is as if cleaning is Satan's code word for wailing and gnashing of teeth. It is now 12:30 and we have only finished 2 rooms in the whole entire house. Sometimes it takes everything in me to not yell at the top of my lungs in frustration. If you ever happen to hear yelling coming from my house it means that I lost the cleaning battle of wills.
How many more times do I have to hear...Mom, can I please have....Mom, may I please have...Mom....Mom....Mom? Anything to get out of the cleaning aspect of being a family. Sometimes I actually give up. We have a really nice spirit in our home until cleaning takes place. I love to just keep peace. Wow, do we pay the price for that choice though. At some point somebody is going to come up with the end all save all plan that will save me from cleaning torment. What did you say? Cleaning maids? Yeah right, don't I wish. In the mean time, back to the grind.
Second, Mark is going to be out of commission for at least a week. I am feeling the need to get everything cleaned and organized which leads me to the title of my blog. Why does it seem that every time you ask a child to help out with cleaning all hell breaks loose? I mean that in very literal terms. It is as if cleaning is Satan's code word for wailing and gnashing of teeth. It is now 12:30 and we have only finished 2 rooms in the whole entire house. Sometimes it takes everything in me to not yell at the top of my lungs in frustration. If you ever happen to hear yelling coming from my house it means that I lost the cleaning battle of wills.
How many more times do I have to hear...Mom, can I please have....Mom, may I please have...Mom....Mom....Mom? Anything to get out of the cleaning aspect of being a family. Sometimes I actually give up. We have a really nice spirit in our home until cleaning takes place. I love to just keep peace. Wow, do we pay the price for that choice though. At some point somebody is going to come up with the end all save all plan that will save me from cleaning torment. What did you say? Cleaning maids? Yeah right, don't I wish. In the mean time, back to the grind.
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Good luck with the surgery tomorrow, Mark (and Beck). Everything will be fine and eventually better! Let me know if I can do anything!
Best of Luck with everything!!
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