Now that I am out of the first trimester and, for the most part, past the throwing up, the desire to sleep 22.5 hours a day, and the inability to string a coherent thought together, it is time to get back to the business of...well, er...whatever it was that I was doing before.
Most of you who read this blog already know, but for anyone who doesn't, The Hubs and I are having twins! I am currently 13 weeks and they were both healthy and strong as of our last ultrasound a few weeks ago.
Now, onto the show.
Lately, the improvements I have been making to my life have felt more like trying to keep my head above water whilst baking two buns in the oven. Cooking dinner after working a ten hour day felt like a major accomplishment and after hauling myself out of bed at 5:00 am for an entire workweek, I felt like I deserved a medal. However, as the first trimester unpleasantries have started to fade, my focus has been staying on top of my house work. It is soooooo terribly easy to say "that dirty kitchen can wait til.... someday in the not-too-distant future...."
I have always been more of an Amelia Bedelia than a Martha Stewart, but I want to raise my kids in a clean, organized, put-together environment. I am sure that my definition of those particular adjectives will change a bit once I have two newborns to care for, but I figure its best to get a habit established anyway. I have been making an effort to at least stay on top of the laundry, do the dishes more than once a week, and keep The Hubs' shirts ironed and presentable-looking. The Hubs was recently asked to start wearing shirt and tie to work, so the throw-it-in-the-dryer-with-a-wet-towel trick doesn't quite cut it anymore. Suprisingly, however, I have found the regular ironing to be quite enjoyable. It is a chore in which no scum is involved (such as shower scum or baked-on food scum) and the results are so crisp looking. I feel positively June Cleaver-ish while I'm ironing. Maybe I should start wearing an apron and pearls...
Tomorrow, I am going to bathe the dogs and tackle a long-neglected and scum covered shower. The dogs love baths so that will be the easy part. (We regularly find our younger dog, Lucy, just hanging out in the tub...) The shower, on the other hand, is full of soap scum, dirt from Lucy's paws, and hard water stains. Not an easy mixture to clean. I have previously used Arm & Hammer shower cleaner, but that has strong fumes that I can't bring myself to consider safe for gestating fetuses. So I will be trying Ajax, a heavy duty scrub brush, and a lot of prayer.
I realize that my cleaning routine probably doesn't interest much of anyone, but I am trying to embrace the idea that once these babies are born (and I have recovered from the c-section,) I am going to be taking sole responsibility for the upkeep of my house. I will not be working outside the home, won't be going to school for a while, so I want to be able to take pride in my little kingdom. Bring it on June Cleaver.
I do, however, promise not to regale you with tales of the babies' latest bowel movements or any other gore of that nature, and that's just going to have to be good enough.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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