Hey Dad, I need to talk to you.
I am sick and tired of weekends. I do not look forward to them. I am tired of cleaning up messes behind 6 other people, who DO NOT clean up their messes. (I did not say never, because once in while Tonya does a load of dishes or makes an unwilling kid do it) but way more often than not I am the dishwasher. and clothes washer. and litter box cleaner. and dog poo cleaner. and guinea pig cage cleaner (I did not even want to have that rodent – Tonya did – now the thing is attached to me and squeaks at me for food and water, and the funny part is attention too)
I hate pancake mix that does not get cleaned out of a bowl after it is done with because it turns to concrete. But it does get poured onto other dishes as it is dropped in the sink with other dishes of the past 2 days. I hate the trash that gets thrown around. I need to tie a trash bag to each kid as they awake in the morning so they can throw crap away. I am tired of feeling like (note the use of feeling like) I am the only one who cleans around here.
I hate weeks when I have to work in the office because I cannot do any house work during the week. Because more often than not, it will not be done. I hate summer when everyone is home to make more messes, there is no reset. Even the cleaning I am doing now will be shot before bed time tonight. Sigh.
I am also reminded on weekends that my lot is still a father of 6 children, one of whom who looks like my soon to be 40 year old wife. She tries, she desires, she feels guilty because she wants to be more. And it is better, but still offended at the wrong look from someone. Still offended by God, and me occasionally.
Why or why Carl do you not have the kids do more work? Expect more of Tonya? I have heard that both in my head and out of others mouths. Because of the strife it generates, thank you very much. It is literally easier to do it myself. Otherwise I would be talking to You Daddy about how mad everyone is. So many things lead to anger and strife responses in this family, my family. Even having a comment about how often I clean the litter box and if the cheap Wal Mart litter is as good as the Fresh Step is interpreted and processed by my Beloved as an “argument”. Holy crap – it was not a argument. We have had plenty of those.
So before I return to the second load of dishes, third load of clothes, cleaning the bathrooms and liter boxes, before cleaning the guinea pig cage, and whatever else I find and before I piss anyone off – let me say THANK YOU Daddy.
Daddy thank you for a family to serve. Thank you for 5 children. I still am not sure how it all fits together that You have given me this quiver. Thank you for my wife. You say he who finds a wife finds a good thing. You do not qualify what type or behavior of the wife because You are not concerned about such things. I have a good friend, good lover, and good wife. I love her.
Thank you for knowing that as I tell you all these things – Your response is not suck it up. Your response it “I AM WITH YOU”. That is all I need. Your presence is enough and You are with me even now.
Thank You for the time – I must go and work some. But I love you Daddy – looking forward to worshiping You with a body of believers – brothers and sisters I hardly know but will have all eternity to hang out with. Thank you that dirty clothes and dishes do end in a fiery blaze ( or do they – maybe we just enjoy it more on the other side).
carlehenderson
