And…..mommy had a meltdown today

I love my husband and my kids.  And I know today is father’s day therefore my husband shouldn’t have to do much of anything but hang out in his athletic shorts and play video games….however he hasn’t done much all week long as he was in Wyandott Oklahoma playing paintball all week before father’s day.
So today was family clean up day.  Work has been insane for me and the house was completely neglected.
My kids and husband had other ideas….at one point today after I had folded 2 loads of laundry, cooked breakfast, did the dishes, I was picking up the living room and in walks my 2 boys and husband, standing in my way eating chips glued to whatever was on tv.  My oldest had the audacity to ask, “What are you doing momma?”
To which I replied, “I’m doing a lil dance and singing a song….what the hell does it look like I am doing?  You are in my way so get up and clean or get out!”
My boys ran upstairs and my husband retreated to his man room to work on paintball guns 👿
He quickly thought better of it when he heard me stomping and throwing my housewife temper tantrum.
We got after the boys to clean their rooms.  I handed them a box and a trash bag, told them to place unwanted toys in said box and pick up the upstairs trash.
They had spent most of the day upstairs….I figured they got some good work accomplished.  Oh how wrong I was!!!!  The rooms were worse off than they were before and there was NOTHING in the box!!!! 
I freaked out, unplugged their tv and went on my rant of how I am going to rent a dumpster, place it outside their window and throw everything out!!!!  I walked out, slamming the door behind me, knocking a photo collage off the wall and locked myself in the restroom to take a bath!  My husband came upstairs, saw what I threw a fit about, and proceeded to get after them with a bit more tact.
I wish I could go on strike, just take off for 2 weeks, leaving the hubby and kids to their own devices…however I am certain my animals would die of starvation, the house would be infested with ants and roaches and I would still have to clean it all up.
So until we become independently wealthy, Mommy will continue to pick up, have meltdowns and hide in a bath of hot water.

Is there a domestic goddess gene?

As I sit here fixing my Wrangle Q Baby’s with an iron on patch and glue, I think of my Mom and Grandma sitting at their sewing machines.  Growing up they made me dolls, night gowns, western shirts, clothes for dolls, patches on my jeans, one year my mom even made my home coming dress and a bolero for a prom dress.  The dream was for them to make my wedding dress too, but due to meeting my husband over the internet and moving 2400 miles away from them, I had to have someone outside the family make my dress because I couldn’t properly be fitted.  I wish I had spent more time with Mom and Grandma when I was little learning how to sew but back then, I had more important things to do like playing cowboys and Indians or cops and robbers with my brother and other farm kids, or learning how to harness the horses with daddy.

As I became a teen, once again, I had more important things to do.  Vollyball and Basketball took up most of my time.  I remember times due to practices and games when we couldn’t get to the beautician to get my hair trimmed so my mom would do it for me in the kitchen with her sewing scissors.  I also was spending the time with my daddy, learning how to drive a team of horses, learning how to change a starter on my 1980 Plymouth Champ or a fuel pump on a 1977 Ford F350 with a 460 motor, or talking him into taking me out for ice cream 🙂

I cherish the time that I spent with my dad, playing sports a life treasure for me and I love that I got to be a tom boy and a kid, but now, as a mom, with my own little farm and 2 boys who are hard on their jeans, I wish I had the ability to sew.  I also wish I had learned because being over 6′ tall, I have to buy Men’s western shirts to fit my shoulders and the length of my arms but I hate the cut.  They are cut for a man and its just not attractive!  I would love to be able to alter my own shirts.

I know its not too late to learn but over time, I’ve realized I lack the genes to be a domestic goddess, aka housewife.  All of the women in my family can sew, cook, craft, or quilt…but me…I can clean a stall, tend to chickens and use fabric glue!