Another Fine Mess

It's a lovely Sunday and I was feeling easy like it, but all that went out the window after too much coffee and grand plans for changing the house around. My crew of three children were ready, if not a little forced into the project, and standing at attention. Yeah right, they were fighting tooth and nail with me and each other, of course.

First things first; we needed to get rid of the darn lazy boy. It served its purpose on the pregnancy front three years ago, but now it is just taking up space and is a makeshift jelly catcher of sorts. It reclines way too far back and is a virtual black hole for remotes. My sixteen year-old was in charge of placing it in the front yard with a sign that read, "$20- two years-old-needs tightening". (A little embellishing never hurt anyone, it's not like we are offering a guarantee.)

The hassle that ensued involved a broken light switch, a smashed Lego house sister had been working on, many tears, dragging it out the back yard then to the front, and the 2 1/2 year-old finally hiding in the bedroom with a soothing Peter Pan video for comfort. All this for a hopeful $20! It barely seems worth it.

The living room looks no better; laundry needs to be folded and put away, the shelf I dragged into the back yard is cooking in the sun only half painted and I'm pretty sure metal paint isn't the right stuff for a wooden shelf. The garbage bag of broken toys got spilled in the madness of shuffling around and the toys to donate slowly got redistributed around the kitchen with new-found excitement. *sigh. Now it's lunch time; time for another mess.

Through all this, the song, "Easy like Sunday Morning", taunts and twirls and seems to only make the whole ordeal worse. Perhaps a nap might help to refocus and give some new found exuberance to the situation. At this point I'm over the whole deal and would like to just head for the beach for a swim and some rays. (Sun not sting).

Maybe I was destined for failure from the get-go. My crew of 16, 10, and 2 1/2 might not have been the manpower I actually needed. A nanny, a handy-man and a cook is what I really need. An interior decorator would be extremely helpful as well. I'm very good at tearing it up, but the rebuilding is where I run into trouble. Why, oh why, can't I just fold my arms and nod my head and the mess just cleans itself up? On top of everything I just took a break to thoroughly frustrate myself by not being able to figure out how to get pictures from my phone to my computer. That's it-nap time.