April 11, 2013 by Katia
I’d like for it to be a clean space, please. And tidy too. No tiny pieces of Lego on the floor, behind the safety belt in baby’s car seat, in his play pen or festively displayed inside my mother’s beautiful glazed terracotta bowl. Had I been asked a few years ago, I would most certainly launch a discussion on the benefits of London vs. Rome, but two boys later? Huh! Pathetic. Just give me somewhere with no socks on the floor. My wishes these days are far more modest than ever before. Yesterday I tweeted:
Don’t belittle my post-kids dreams. They may be small but just as unattainable. #cupofteafantasies
— Katia DBE (@KatiaDBE) April 10, 2013
That’s right, I dream small. Sue me. It’s not that I didn’t know what I signed up for. I lovingly accept the childhood artifacts everywhere. The toy boxes and the train tracks in my dining room, the constantly changing Lego expo on my dining room table, the duck shaped potty in the living room, the Exersaucer, diapers, change pad, wipes, books, chewy toys. This comes with the territory and I would probably be worried if my 3 year old and especially my 8 Month old started putting things back in their places and tidied up after themselves on their own. But since I’ve studied arts and use my knowledge extensively to tweet about Dancing with the Stars, let me use an art analogy here. The objects I describe are permanent exhibitions in the gallery that is my living space, but the same gallery simultaneously hosts some independently curated avant garde changing exhibitions. Like the Stacked Disposable Wine Glasses Castle on the kitchen floor. And it’s not entirely the Artist’s fault.
See, every once in a while something along those lines shows up on my Twitter feed “Mom tip of the week (Me: I sense that you’re about to lose me) How to organize… (Me: Hmmm, what can I eat?)” I would love to be that mom, but just as I am would loving to be her something else always happens. Here’s a list of things that happen when I think about organizing the house:
1. OMG, I have the perfect wording for that sentence I’ve been struggling with for my post! (sitting down to write it when…)
2. Oh no, I’m so behind on my “social duties”. There’s an email I’ve been meaning to write for 5 days. (logging into Gmail).
3. Is there a tweet somewhere in there? Social duties, email…
4. Wait a minute, did I ever do that mature responsible grown up thing that 36 Year Old’s been asking me to do? Can’t remember what it was, but I bet he is trying to teach me something. Wonder what that could be? Probably something positive, like I can trust you with our mortgage stuff. Wonder if it was a mortgage thing?
5. Mortgage is so boring.
6. It’s been a long time since I caught up on pop culture and I have no idea what Lady Gaga is up to these days. What if some website asks me to write gossip for them?
7. It’s been 10 minutes since 8 Month Old fell asleep. I bet I can turn Netflix on and watch Dexter without him waking up. Is it so wrong to love a fictitious serial killer character, anyway?
8. What I should really be doing right now with my time is making some progress with The Marriage Plot, that’s what.
9. Ew, look at that nasty slice of apple sitting on the table. I’ve seen it here at around 5:30 a.m. What is it still doing here? Oh, right.
10. Why am I thinking about Rome?
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