Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The Power of Clean

I've been very fortunate that my job has been willing to work with me in terms of my availability. Child care would be $250/wk. The downside is that my schedule and Tiff's alternate. We rarely have family time, our marriage is stretched thin, the chores get piled up, and the kids/animals are barely fed and clothed. It's all reactive - putting out one fire after another.

We're both tired, frustrated, depressed, and generally unhappy. Fortunately there is a non-chemical answer to this condition, one that would benefit many people in this country: a drill sergeant. Maybe it's the years of band leadership that developed this alternate personality, or maybe it's a quality that I've always had. Either way I'm a tough guy, and when the going gets tough the tough get going.

Gotta put on my boots and kick some butt. Chores, get ready for a pounding - the house is getting clean. Kids, turn off the TV - it's time to read and count. Tiff, get in your robe - you're getting a long, deep massage.

Sometimes you just have to put on the blinders and bulldoze your way ahead.