A Facebook comment prompted a search for a fitting quote to respond with. I Googled (funny how that is now a verb) “This Too Shall Pass” and found this fun video (see below) as the #1 result! This drove further home the fact that I haven’t made enough time for entertainment and pure enjoyment of life for quite some time. When shall that too pass? When I make it pass I suppose.

The band is “OK Go“. Look them up on YouTube. I guarantee you will smile. You might even LOL a little. 😀

So how do clean houses come into this blog post? The Facebook comment had to do with kids not picking up after themselves and waking up to a mess in the morning. It made me think about my own house. This is the norm around here. Comments like this keep me from having people over. If they feel that strongly about the little messes (trust me, people, your messes are specks of dust compared to mine), what on Earth would they think about my messes? It’s this way of thinking that keeps me living in a state of C.H.A.O.S. (can’t have anyone over syndrome).

I do know that taking an extra minute or two (sometimes just a second or five) here and there can save at least an hour of work at the end of the week, but I can’t seem to get some of the other people in this house to realize that. My youngest is the biggest culprit! There is another who complains about it but contributes more than he cares to admit (we’ll call him Mr. Entitled for the sake of anonymity). Still another only seems to half-listen when I offer suggestions (heard as nagging) about how to lighten the work for later. I, admittedly, am not without fault. I have my clutter corners and pile places for sure! My coping mechanism is to close my eyes to it or put on blinders until it gets so bad that I can’t avoid it anymore. By then it’s just overwhelming, and the thought of the amount of work it will take to conquer it causes me to recoil in fear.

I take partial ownership in this monster that has come to exist for sure! I hate conflict, I don’t like people to be mad at me, and it upsets me to know that I’ve made someone sad. So that part of parenting where you have to be the bully? Major failure here! Go ahead. Shake your heads at me. I know. We are all different. There is room for adjustment in each of our parenting styles. Admit it. Just as you may be shaking your heads at me, I shake my head at some of you for being too demanding in my eyes. I’ve seen punishments that don’t fit the crime and groundings that are far too long. But I digress.

Lest this drag on and on, I just want to leave it at that and end with the video I found. Look at the mess created, but think about how much fun they had creating it. I bet you at least crack a smile by the end of it!

Lyrics:
You know you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down
And you can’t keep draggin’ that dead weight around.
If there ain’t all that much to lug around,
Better run like hell when you hit the ground.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

You can’t stop these kids from dancin’.
Why would you want to?
Especially when you’re already gettin’ yours.
‘Cause if your mind don’t move and your knees don’t bend,
well don’t go blamin’ the kids again.

When the morning comes. (repeated a bunch of times!)
Let it go, this too shall pass.(repeated a bunch of times!)

(You know you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. No, you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

Written by Sheila K

I don't believe humans truly have a purpose. Our goal is to survive until we expire. Period. Joy is pleasurable and worrying is not. Balance in life is crucial; but if the scales must tip, may they tip on the side of joy. I’m just another human trying to survive. I blog because I can and because I enjoy it, not because it serves any purpose.

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