Mommy Moment

Yesterday was one of those days.
One of those days, where all life stops.
And you make the kids go away...

That sounds like life had just come to a boiling point,
and MommyO needed to be alone!

And yes, perhaps that is what happened.
But the purpose and goal were different.

My bedroom had become unruly.
Laugh if you will;
(especially you Mom- tee hee!)
however, aside from sharing it with the Man...
the bedroom, MY bedroom had become a conglomeration of stuff.

I needed this stuff to get out!!
Baskets of laundry,
kids laundry.
Ready to be put away. Sitting.
Piles of dirty laundry.
Everyones.
Four people sure create a lot of laundry,
but why o why, does it all end up here??

YOU do it too, right?
Sacrifice your bedroom...
as the safe hider of mess??

People come over and you whip a laundry
basket of clothes into your room for safe
hiding, until it can later be put away...
BUT, why is it so much harder to go back
and empty that basket?
Why does the task seem so difficult?
Is it pure laziness?

I think my room gets treated like one big
TO-DO list;
save for a rainy day.
Checked into the brain,
filed as yet another thing MommyO must do.

Ugh.
The room builds full of stuff:
hair clips, kiddos blankies, TOYS,
water glasses, clothes to give away,
clothes to keep.

Life.Our Life.on.the.floor.of.my.bedroom.


So, yesterday i purged.
DaddyO did the Daddy thing all day
AND
The bedroom is now all mine again!
(I mean, OURS Man.)
I vow to keep it mine (ours).
I vow to never again walk a laundry
basket of gloom into my (our) bedroom,
EVER again.

I love the adult retreat i created yesterday...
let's keep it like that!


Is your bedroom a safe hider of mess?