The other day, a mom friend and I were lamenting to each other that while our endless to-do lists seem to multiply like dirty sports uniforms in the hamper, and while we are constantly too busy to even wash AND dry (let alone fold) a single load of laundry in a day, we always feel like we’re not getting anything done. Why is that?
Is it because we’re scatterbrains distracted by every shiny object we see? (Ooh, the top to that missing travel mug!) Or is it because we simply have 10 trillion things on our minds and our plates at any given moment? Made me think of this post I wrote last year after reading my son one of his favorite books…
If You Give a Mom a Minute
Or throw in a load of laundry, or sweep up the dried Play-Doh crumbs under the table.
When she goes to dump out the dustpan in the bathroom wastebasket, she will notice the wet towels on the floor and waterlogged bath toys in the tub from the night before.
Cleaning up the bathroom, she’ll discover a bottle of shampoo that tipped over and spilled on the floor. Her shampoo. Expensive shampoo.
Cleaning up the shampoo will make her wonder about the last time she took a shower, not to mention shaved her legs. Does she even OWN a razor anymore?
That will make her think about shorts, and how she shouldn’t be wearing any, which will make her wonder if any of her capri pants are clean.
She’ll decide to go do (another) load of laundry.
In the laundry room, she will find that she accidentally washed her brand-new white towels with a red Lightning McQueen sock.
The sock will remind her of her missing-sock bin, which currently holds 37 mate-less socks – wait, now only 36.
While she is matching up socks, someone will come into the room and ask the mom for a snack.
While she is walking towards the kitchen, he will ask for a snack again, and then AGAIN when her hand is in the actual process of opening the snack cabinet.
If you ask a mom 10 times in 10 seconds for a snack, she might say, “Can you please just be patient for once and give me a minute?!”
And if you give a mom a minute, chances are she will squander it on the endless household chores that seem to multiply like bunnies and everyone will end up unhappy anyway.
So how about you give a poor mom an HOUR and see how that goes, hmm, kids?
LINK O’ THE DAY: Along these same lines, here’s one mom’s poem about why she can never get to bed at a decent time.