Blogpost no. 2, 26th september 2019. Laundry, worms and other crap.
Recently I have had a lot of “aha” experiences.
“Ahaaa, so THAT’S what it looks like” experience No 1: So today I finally saw the bottom of my laundry basket. I have three kids, and they throw random shit in the laundry baskets all the time, clean clothes, dirty clothes, toys and shoes. Especially when I ask them to clean their shit up, everything just gets thrown in the basket. They hope I won’t notice, and they don’t want to spend their precious time sorting toys, finding puzzle pieces or making their bed. It’s just so fucking easy to throw all the crap into one basket, and pooof, the job is done. I’m thinking that maybe I could learn a thing or two from my kids…
“Ahaaaa, so THAT’S what it looks like” experience No 2: So apparently, they have worms in my daughter’s daycare. I was desperately hoping she wouldn’t get it, because, lets face it, worms are fucking disgusting. And she is pretty good at washing her hands. But alas, when I was getting her ready for bed, out from her butthole climbed a worm. A gross, small, white and surprisingly fast worm. My husband panicked and ran out of the room, so much for his help. And for those of you who have kids, you know it is gross but that basically every family gets it at one point or another (just like lice – ahh the joy of parenting). And for those of you who don’t have kids, and think we are the most disgusting family ever and you never wanna be near me or my family ever; I totally fucking understand. I don’t want to be near me either and this point. Or my kids for that matter…
“Ahaaaa, so THAT’S what it looks like” experience No 3: So, these days while being at home with my daughter, time just goes extremely slow. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with her – I love spending time with all my kids. But there’s just so much doll-playing, magnetic-sand-castle-making and peppa-pig watching a grownup can stand. So we went to the library for the first time in ages. And it was fucking fantastic! I had totally forgot about this magical place. I have always had a sort of book fetish, and love looking, touching, and reading all sorts of books; and I have a room filled with books in my house. Even though I don’t read most of them, I still just love looking at them.
And just to show how confused my mind can be, here is what I borrowed from the library: The Cale-Bitches’ cookbook, Put it in a Jar cookbook, the Danish poet Michael Strunge Complete Works (which is over 900 pages) Everything Everything (a teen love novel) and Mindfulness for Parents. So there’s that for me to read. Amongst of course a million children’s books that my daughter wanted to borrow, which we will never read and probably get a fine for, for returning too late.
And what the fuck does all this have to do with art and painting, you say?
Well, between deworming, handwashing, disinfecting, laundry-washing (90 degrees c. of course), handwashing, childcaring, handwashing, cleaning uping, handwashing, peppapigwatching and Oh oh did I mention HANDFUCKINGWASHING, well, I just haven’t had the time or the energy to do anything remotely creative, painting, drawing or other crafts wise. Of course, I know this is just a faze, and it’ll go over soon -especially now that the whole family is eating worm-killing-pills…
It is just a faze, like everything else with the kids. It’ll go over.
Right until a new faze starts.
Happy fucking Thursday everybody <3