Cave Time

Exactly when are you supposed to do everything you are supposed to do? That is the struggle I'm in right now.

At work, I have a pretty good idea of how long each of my required tasks take to do. Factor in the constant phone calls and court appearances that run long and I still can keep my work in a manageable pile.

At home, I have other issues. Specifically, two. Amanda and Luke. When we were a household of two adults and one kid, Saturday mornings were cleaning days and catch up days. Cindy was of the mind set that you work your tail off on Saturday morning (after yard sale-ing, of course) and then the rest of the weekend was free for the fun stuff. My idea was to eventually get stuff done on Saturday or Sunday, and enjoy a restful, leisurely weekend even while working. I'll admit that was a source of friction.

I wish I had that friction now, because it would mean something is getting done around here. With those two issues that I mentioned earlier, I can’t do much more than a 5 minute meal and a quickly swiped table. Clothes are getting done - from 10pm to 1am - most weeks. Vacuuming is done as warranted. Toys are picked up when stepped on. The cat is fed when she tells me she needs it. (She has a self-feeding and water bowl.) Wal-mart is visited immediately after work or with kids in tow on the weekends.

There’s something that guys enjoy after work. Cave time. I have heard psychologists say that we men are genetically predisposed to need a time after our "hunt" to change over to a "home-life" mentality. I am definitely one of those guys. As my life is going now - my "cave" time doesn’t happen until after the kids go to bed at 8pm. Unfortunately, 8pm is also when my body says... "Enough for today!" I know I need to stop listening to my body and do the stuff I need to do... but it’s hard to change what your body has been telling you for all these years.

I don’t want a flock of people helping me. I don’t want to need any help, either. I don’t even want sympathy. I don’t want this mess. I don’t want all this stuff everywhere. Of course, if this house had some closet space it would make life easier!

I do want Ty to come and give me a new, gigantic, clean house.