The Lake

Now that I've started trickling back into my regular blogging . . . I've decided to share more of my personal thoughts on here.  Mainly, because this blog, first and foremost is a record of my life and it's the easiest way for me to quickly document what goes on around here from day to day.  (So that  I can catch up with my Project Life albums at my leisure.)

So here goes . . . 

I usually like to reserve Monday's for catching up on chores around the house, but Bayleigh turns eleven tomorrow.  (And right now I've got her documenting her three favorite things about being ten, while she's still ten.)

She really hasn't specified anything in particular that she wants, but since tomorrow evening is filled with taekwondo and softball games, we are planning a little get together with a few friends and family members on Wednesday evening.  (The REAL party will be later . . . after softball season wraps up.)

 So I spent the day mowing the yard, in preparation for having guests over.  And as I was mowing, I was thinking about what a mess the house is, and how I should really be focusing on THAT instead of yard work.   There is SO much I need to get caught up on.

But after I finished mowing, my husband decided that we all needed to go to the lake, so I could teach Eli how to knee board.

To me . . . work comes before play.  I feel compelled to get the house back in order before I go jaunting off to the lake.  Especially when I have company coming over in less than two days and at least a month's worth of cleaning to do.  But I felt guilted into going.

Dave does this all the time.  And it irritates the hell out of me.  Because then I get the big guilt trip from him and the kids . . . "Why don't you ever want to go swimming/fishing/knee boarding/ etc. with us?  Why don't you want to spend time with us?"  (I DO!!!!!)  But in their minds, that's all it boils down to.  They aren't the ones doing the majority of the house and yard work.   They are my slobs that don't pick up or clean up after themselves.  They just expect me to "magic" it all back in order and still be at their beck and call every time they get a whim to go swimming or fishing or any other number of things.  If they all picked up after themselves, my life would be simple and cleaning would be a breeze.  Then I could actually ENJOY my time out on the lake, instead of resenting the whole process.  And that pretty much sums up how I feel about it.  Resentful.  

Thank goodness for my camera.

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This thought has crossed my mind . . . maybe I need to learn to chill out and relax.  Just enjoy the moments as they come.  I mean it's obviously not that big of a deal to them.  But then I start hearing the complaints . . . "This house is a wreck.  We can't ever have company over.  Blah, blah, blah."   

And who's fault would THAT be? 

Sometimes the little things are the heaviest burdens to bear.

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