Messy House + Crystal = Bitch

I don't understand why my DH does not understand this very simple equation. It can not be broken down any simpler. This weekends catastrophe was not even his complete fault. On Sunday while he had the girls by himself he replaced the light fixture in our sitting room of the master bedroom, attached Makenna's light kit to her fan in her room, he fixed Kaylin's tilted light fixture, hung up the curtains in the living room where all I have to do is steam them and then have him rotate them slightly before they are perfect and hung up the hardware for the kitchen curtains as well. In addition, he gave them a bath as well and put them to bed. And somehow, he remained in a good mood. I would have been exhausted and pissed off by the time the day was over. So, I am greatly impressed with the work he did because our house is finally feeling soft and comfy with all the great fabrics everywhere. I had no idea fabric could make a girl feel better, but it does.

So, since he did all the project in one day the house work was not done. And no, I did not expect him to clean it while doing those projects. It is not possible to do everything and keep the children from killing themselves. This I know for sure. With all that said, it does not change my feelings about messy house + Crystal = Bitch. I can't control it. It is what it is. By Friday, the house is usually clean from the disaster of the previous weekend. But to get it that way, I can't have "me time" while the kids are both in school, just cleaning. And when Makenna is here by herself, she gets very little attention from me since I now have to do the massive cleaning task....again. Which sucks because now I feel bad. I could be a better mother to her now since Kaylin is in school. I could work with her the way I did with Kaylin when she was that age. Potty training could begin. We could do puzzles together. And play dough. And paint and use markers. All the stuff I enjoyed with Kaylin at 2. But no. I can't because the house is a disaster which makes me a bitch. I am aware of the condition. But I can't ignore it or deal with. If I let the mess stay as is, it grows which in turn raises the bitch meter by a massive amount. The higher bitch meter causes more yelling and cursing than a woman should do, particularly with the kids around, but again...it is what it is. So, if one ever calls me and I am a bitch even when the intention is not to be one, there are only 2 reasons causing the problem. Messy house or the period. In conclusion, Messy House + Crystal = Bitch. Always and probably forever.