Today I’m sick. The girls have been for the last week and I’ve spent too many sleepless nights and had too many gooey, snotty hands shoved into my face, that my body couldn’t resist the germs any longer. Tonight I have people coming over, and I’m drowning in a dirty house. I’ve been trying to be responsible and cleaning little parts of the house everyday for the last week. How do moms do it, because 30 seconds after I’ve washed a floor there is dirt everywhere again. What’s the freaking point?
I honestly thought that I’d get the living room tidied this morning. After exactly 4 minutes of productivity passed, someone, I’m not going to name names, in the age range of 19 months, insisted I come see what she had been up to. She proudly showed me a totally soaked floor, dripping wet toilet paper in her hands and a soaking wet toilet seat. She had been sponge bathing in the toilet. I seriously ask why did I bother wasting my time trying to clean?
Instead of continuing to clean while she is napping, I’m taking a “it can all go to hell” attitude and siting at the computer instead.
I started reading some article on Friend Face about pesticides and how they are killing our planet. And to be honest I’m kind of on the fence here because well…bedbugs. They used to be a thing in you’d say in a silly rhyme before bed, and now they are everywhere because we can’t nuke them with chemicals.
On the other hand, what do I care if your lawn is covered in dandelions? Since we’ve stopped spraying our lawns, there has been a cheerful explosion of them. Some people take their lawns too seriously. Now that I have neighbours who care what my lawn looks like, I have to care too. But it honestly gives me a huge smile every time I drive through the city, since the they have stopped spraying the roads are lined with these gorgeous little flowers. They don’t do anything to harm us, in fact you can even eat them! Why are we so hell bent on drowning ourselves with toxic, mutated food, when what we should be doing is growing fields of dandelions. We wouldn’t have to fertilize, spray or mutate them, they grow in crazy numbers all by their natural self. Feed the world with dandelions!
The neighbours, the ones that are mowing their lawns every 10 minutes and using clean drinking water to wash their driveways, well they hate dandelions. So, as to not offend them, I’ve spent days this previous week out in the hot sun, picking them out of my lawn.
I like the idea of my lawn looking nice, but I think it may be time to get out of suburbia. As humans, we can not control ourselves from keeping up with the Joneses.
And I sure don’t have time to keep up with lawn duties when there are members of my family bathing in the toilet.