The Queen's Rambles

I can’t believe how busy life is! I keep thinking things will calm down, but they are speeding up. I miss my daily journal decompression, but it just isn’t meant to be these days I guess.

Today was a day of catching up. Having guests, even a guest who tries to help, got our schedule completely off-kilter. My mom did not do my regular cleaning schedule while she was babysitting. I did not expect her to do it, nor did I leave her a list of things to do, but man, oh man, were the bathrooms FILTHY when we got home. Despite best intentions, I couldn’t manage to get to them until today! Gross! It feels like I spent hours cleaning this afternoon. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, satisfied with my work and pleased with shiny surfaces, Elsa ran by crying that she was pooping.

Yup.

She sure was.

She left a trail up the stairs and all the way into her room. Just what you wanted to read about tonight, eh? At least I have a steamer that can do stairs. Ugh. She’s never done that before, thankfully.

Instead of doing things like cleaning bathrooms, my mom spent her time re-organizing my kitchen despite the fact that I clearly told her not to touch my stuff and I specifically stated that she better not re-organize anything. She also re-organized Elsa’s room and cleaned up my craft table. I have no clue where anything is.

When she asked how I liked the kitchen I tried to be calm. After all she had just done us a huge favor by watching the kids for five days, but I was clearly not enthusiastic. However, I did have to admit that she had some good ideas. Just when it was growing on me, I went to the gym. When I came home she had moved everything back so I still couldn’t find anything. She said “you didn’t say you liked it, so I thought you hated it.” No, I didn’t say I liked it. Nor did I hate it. I said, “We’ll have to see. We need to test it out for a few days.” Is it really so hard to just ASK and communicate? Mike and I communicate about everything. We talk. We plan. If she really wanted to re-organize things and thought she had some good ideas she could have discussed it and we could have worked on it together. Then I might have had a clue where things were.

Really, I’m more angry about the mess she made of Elsa’s room. I know the piles of stuff looked like chaos, but they were completely organized in my head. I had different piles for selling and giving away, too big, too small, eBay, consignment. I had a sock project going on, trying to weed out the too small socks. She does not understand that just because she does not know the reasons things are arranged the way they are arranged that there is a reason.

Who goes into someone else’s home and does that? Especially when they are told to leave things alone?

It could have been worse, I suppose. It doesn’t sound like she fed the kids bowls full of sugar at every meal.

And now I must go to bed. I’ve been drinking a glass of wine in the evening because it is the only way I’ve found to sleep soundly through the night. It makes me so tired that I can barely type. Hope this entry isn’t too non-sensical.