Post Vacation Fun

So everybody loves vacations right. And I bet everyone hates going home and back to reality right? Well I doubt anyone could hate it more than me. Every time we come back from a vacation  I'm haunted. Those stains that I couldn't treat on the clothes haunts me. The mountain of clothes that need to be washed now haunts me. The dishes that have somehow appeared in my sink even though I was gone haunts me. The fact that I have to go back to another day of cleaning haunts me.

Sure I know you are all saying god she complains to much. Blah blah blah. Well if you are a parent then you probably get where I'm coming from. When you get home your husband runs to take a shower or flops down in front of the TV. Your kids run to play with their toys and make the worlds biggest mess. And you, you get to work on tackling the laundry because everybody needs clothes for school and such this week and its not like you could get it done while on vacation. 

Lets not forget that even though you were out of town dinner still has to be cooked the night you come back. The bags aren't going to unpack themselves. You have to practically call the hazmat people to remove your garbage that you forgot to take out before you left and now your sure there is something growing and moving in there that's stunk up the whole garage and house.

And nooo this is not a post of me complaining about Mike and saying oh he's not helping wah wah wah. Or my kids are so absorbed in their own lives they don't bother to help blah blah blah. This has nothing to do with all of that. If I need help I ask for it. But sorting laundry and putting dishes in a dishwasher, all that stuff is sort of a one person job. It makes no sense to have two people sorting laundry, you would just get in each others way. 

Yes if I asked for a help I might get it but what fun would it be to go on and on and on about how I do it all by myself if I'm really not doing it all by myself? You could say some of it could wait a little while but then if you were saying that you wouldn't know me and my compulsion to have all things neat and tidy at all times. And also if you knew me then you would know I'm not one to ask for help. I'm more of a I'd rather do it myself and then throw it in your face later type of girl.

Honestly though I don't know why I do it. In a way I like being the one who takes care of everyone by doing things that I know have to be done. I mean who can survive without clean dishes or laundry? Maybe its my way to feel like I'm contributing to the house? Sure doing those things is part of mine and Mike's agreement. And yes he would help me if I asked although I doubt he would do it with a smile. But more than that I do it all the right way. I know where things go, I know the best way to do things and I know the fastest way to do things. 

And like I said what fun would it be to complain about a life where my husband and kids help me through my daily tasks? Maybe I'm trying to play the martyr. Ok. I'm not doing all of that intentionally it just kind of happens that way. I cant sit still. And I like knowing that there are chores for me to keep me busy, no matter how annoyed I am that we somehow went through twenty pairs of underwear in two days between the four of us. I mean how does that even happen????