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Mar. 4th, 2006 11:50 amI love having help around the house. I wish I could do like Flylady says, and feel blessed by housework done incorrectly, but the need to rant and scream like my mom used to is also there. I bottle it up, and come to the point where I need to make crazy analogies to explain my growing level of tension. Today's is the realization that whether I like it or not, I think of this house as my work place. It frustrates me (as I imagine it would frustrate anyone) when someone comes into my work place and rearranges things, or puts something in the way of something that is supposed to always be open. I try to be calm an accepting of the chaos, since one of my co-workers is not quite 5, and the other isn't aware he's even technically employed here. At the same time, I realize that my only job here is to make the place wonderful, for myself, and for my beloved and unappreciative co-workers. But on the same front, when they come around and screw everything up, I get tempted to turn around and fire them, ya know, out of a cannon, into the sun...
I need to take a break, clearly.
I need to take a break, clearly.
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Date: 2006-03-04 08:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-04 09:50 am (UTC)I checked with my friend, btw; she says there is, in fact, a chapter of the national foundation in town. I thought I might give them a ring on Monday and see if they have any recommendations for good schools to choose - which might narrow down the area you're looking in. I'll let you know as soon as I hear anything.
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Date: 2006-03-06 11:08 am (UTC)