Now more than ever.

Well. We've made it through three days. But my house looks like the tide just went out after Spring Break at Myrtle Beach. Trashed, that is.

I figured that I wouldn't get much housework done at first. Maybe I'd give the girls more responsibilities to take up the slack. I thought maybe it'd be like a mom who works outside of the house. Initially, during school hours, I'd pretty much be unavailable to get anything around the house done. It turns out I was right.

However, I didn't consider that, unlike a working mom with kids in traditional schools, we aren't away from the house all day. Oh no. We're home, making a big old mess in every room of the house instead. So not only am I unavailable to do the housework that needs doing, we're all here making more of it to do. Ugh.

I'm considering it therapy. This is God's way of teaching me to let go of the control issues I have. (What, you didn't know about my control issues?) Every time I wade through a pile of toys, or stack up the books from my bed to actually get under the covers, or dig through a basket of laundry to find one tiny sock, or notice the dust bunnies congregating under the entryway table - mocking me in the sunlight with their little dust bunny grimaces, I take a deep breath. Or two.

That being said, this can't go on forever. Enter FlyLady! Now more than ever I need my routines. Although they do need a few adjustments right now, the basic outline of my current routine will keep us going. At the very least they will keep me from being swallowed up in a massive pile of laundry and never heard from again!