I get so disgusted with myself and my lack of...everything...and I sometimes just throw tantrum. Like shoving an entire toasted tuna cheese sandwich in my face in front of my starving family.
Let me back up.
Let me confess.
I have a fear of inadequacy. Of not being enough. I find myself faking my way through life so others won't realize exactly how deficient I am. I am the type of person who never asks questions for fear of being thought stupid, then struggling silently for hours, days, months, whatever. I am the type of person who overcompensates with big gestures just so the world can see how put together and amazing I am, while inside I am struggling to be enough.
Yesterday was one of those (frequent) days when things came crashing down.
I woke up not wanting to go to church. I didn't say anything and when my husband made the tiniest remark about feeling dizzy due to side-effects of his new medicine, I said, "Let's stay home." I feel so guilty because I do this more than I should. And it's one thing for me to make this decision for myself, but I hate that my lack of follow-through affects my daughter.
All weekend...no...all week my house has been messy. Justin was on-call for Child Protective Services last week and he was gone a lot or emotionally drained. I try to clean my house but I am not good at it. Justin is amazing. I would've never thought it, but there can be house-keeping talent, but Justin has it and I do not. I will be cleaning off the counter and find something new there - a piece of mail that seems kind of important but could be junk or some birthday toy Joci got at daycare. That unknown item cripples me. I don't know where it goes - it's new. It doesn't have a place yet. I spend so much mental energy trying to decide to do with that one item that I can't move on. I will clean up the things I can (and I am talking clutter clean right now) around the Unknown Object and just leave it, untouched. I won't even move it to a less obtrusive spot. I am frozen!
And if your household is anything like mine, these Unknown Objects appear almost daily.
I will spend an hour trying to clear off my kitchen counter and after an hour's time, very little progress appears to be made. It's depressing. Justin can clean the counter, the table, the dishes, everything in like 20 minutes and it's perfect. I am glad I have him, but it frustrates me. Why can't I do that? What is my problem?
I am decent about filth cleaning. Better than Justin so we balance out. But I get overwhelmed. I don't know if it's because I am out of the house so much with my job, but it is never done. And never all at once! Dirt and dead bugs in the windowsills. Grime on the blinds. Fingerprints on the glass cabinets. Spotty windows. Weeds in the garden. Crumbs under the toaster. Black grout in my tile. Soap residue on the counters. Birdseed hulls on the floor. I refuse to list anymore because I am embarrassed, but believe me, the list goes on and on.
And right now, flies have invaded my house. I am constantly swatting them away from my face, my food, my baby. A fly swatter has been attached to my hand for the past few days. I kill a dozen or so every day, their disgusting bodies smeared against my cabinets and dropping dead on my floor. Gross.
This is what happened to me yesterday. I had tried for a week - seriously, spent so much time and energy - trying to declutter and clean the house for my dear husband, and I had realized that NO ROOM IN THE HOUSE LOOKED DECENT. Not one!
I was making grilled tuna and cheese sandwiches for lunch. Joci was whiny and getting in my way. I snapped at her. It broke her heart and made her cry. She wandered around aimlessly, screaming, not sure what to do with herself. She couldn't come to me for comfort because I was the meany. She doesn't go to her dad for comfort, which is frustrating for both of us. She shut herself in the backyard. It took me a moment to take a few deep breaths and calm down and I went to rescue her. She was laying face down on the back deck, crying into the rug. I picked her up. Her tear-and-snot-streaked face was coated with dog and cat fur. I noticed my unwatered, unmowed yard. I saw the caking of lint filth along the edge of the deck under the dryer vent. My flowers in my planters are dead. This could seriously be a Halloween house.
I cleaned Joci up and went to finish lunch. Justin sweetly came up to me and rubbed my back. "When Joci goes down for her nap, let's watch another episode of Vampire Diaries."
"Or how about we burn down the house?" I snapped. "It's so disgusting. We just have to burn it down."
That outburst caused Justin to leave in a hurry.
As I flipped the sandwiches grilling on the stove, clutter got in my way and cramped my motion and I seared my thumb on the edge of the skillet. Great.
I was done. I gave up. I grabbed my sandwich, plopped on the couch in self-pity, and ate the entire thing in three bites.
Justin looked at me. "Aren't you going to tell us that lunch is ready?"
"Lunch is ready," I grumbled angrily.
(I am such a joy to be married to.)
Later on, Justin did his magic cleaning. The house looked great. I was even motivated to make dinner. He cleaned up dinner. Took him less than 20 minutes and the house was immaculate. I love that he can do it, but it makes me cry. Why is it so hard for me?
I proclaimed that it is a dang good thing that I am not a 1950's housewife whose value was greatly defined by her ability to keep a spotless house at all times. And not for the first time, we talked about having Justin be the stay at home parent when our financial situation allows one income.
This post is getting really lengthy. I suppose it is more of a journal entry than a post. For me more than for you. I just wanted to strip off the mask for a little bit and say that I often wonder when I will actually be a grown up. I often feel like a little girl playing make believe. I post pretty pictures on my blog and try to write insightful things. It's all showmanship. It's not a lie...because that is part of who I am...but I definitely hide a lot of who I am from the public eye.
Oh, I would do anything to have a professional cleaning service help me out a couple times a month. That would be the best thing ever. I have talents, but they do not include house-keeping.