I have had a rough couple of days. Without getting into too many details and boring everybody, suffice to say, i feel like in some ways I am becoming my mother. My mom always had something to do. Always cleaning, running errands, playing the martyr, doing the dishes, juggling 8 balls at once, and proud of it. She is, was, very controlling, everything had to be done her way. She loved us very much, and was in many ways a good mother--she always told us she loved us, helped us with our homework, made great dinners, thoughtful birthday parties--but always frantic. NOT laid back at all. I don't think I ever saw her flicking through the t.v. channels with her feet up ONCE in my entire childhood. In fact, I don't think I saw her sitting for more than 10 minutes at a time, except during meals, after which she would jump up to do the dishes, no matter how relaxed we all were....
i see it happening to me--I am cleaning alot, want my environment to be under my control, and getting upset with my dh who isn't always neat or clean. i find myself exhausted much of the time. but at the same time, i know i don't want to live with a filthy apartment.
Arg.
i see it happening to me--I am cleaning alot, want my environment to be under my control, and getting upset with my dh who isn't always neat or clean. i find myself exhausted much of the time. but at the same time, i know i don't want to live with a filthy apartment.
Arg.








