How do you want to get people to run out of a house on Friday and escape somewhere fun until Sunday night?
In our case, we live in it all week.
I think I have figured out why people like to get away for the weekend.
As I looked around our house last Saturday morning, the devastation is overwhelming. It was as if there had been a slow leak all week and by week’s end the reactor was in full-out meltdown.
Here are some of the things that alerted me that there might have been an issue in the house (besides the flashing ‘Critical’ sign above the fireplace.)
Dishwasher partially loaded; the rest of the household dishes were sitting dirty in the sink.
Laundry progress stalled.
Floors that needed sweeping; and when was the last time I mopped the floor?
Blobs of toothpaste on the bathroom sink.
When I see the piles of
radioactive matter clutter and disorder all over the house on Saturday morning, I take a deep breath and start digging. I organize, catch up with the laundry, clean and tidy.
By Sunday, I usually have the house returned to a semi-presentable state. Then the cycle starts all over again.
I have worked out a little progression chart to illustrate what happens on a typical week at our house:
|Monday||- I am lulled into a sense of security while viewing the order achieved over the weekend.- Dishes are done, toys are put away.
- (Monday is the honeymoon period.)
|Tuesday||- Still heady from the weekend productivity, I decide that I can slow down on the laundry.- I might even bake.|
|Wednesday||- There are now 2 day’s worth of laundry waiting to be washed, I hunker down and get it started.- What am I crunching on when I walk here?|
|Thursday||- Laundry progress interrupted due to an emergency load of extra-curricular sports gear that needs to be washed prior to class – that was left crumpled in a duffle bag.- Also, something will be spilled on the floor and someone’s bed, requiring many bath towels and a complete change of bedding.
- I can no longer shut the laundry room door.
|Friday||Hooray! Laundry is washed, folded and stacked. But it’s not put away.- Everyone chooses their clothes for the day from the piles on their dresser.
- Total population of Cheerio colony on the floor: 207 – oh, wait… there was another one under the couch – 208.
- I start to load the dishwasher but get distracted and let the rest of the dishes sit in the sink. At least they are off the counter, right?
I start the week strong and then tend to run out of gas.
So I see the lure of getting away. And if I had somewhere to go – you know, a condo in New York, a cottage in Maine or a cabin in backwoods British Columbia – I would, simply to escape the meltdown that is the weekly reality of my house.
But I have nowhere to go – and I can’t move anyway because I seem to be sticking to the kitchen floor.
It’s Friday – are you getting away from it all this weekend? Or, like me, are you trying to contain the reactor to avoid weekend meltdown?