My second full time job

Apparently one full time job isn't enough. This weekend Hubby and I tore the house apart. Cleaned from top to bottom, including the little boys room *shudder* which is an all day affair. All in all a great way to spend that long awaited 3 day weekend while the kids are away at their dads.

Now I didn't mind the weekend cleaning marathon so much. We did take a short break on Saturday to go see Stardust. I had already seen it, but as Murphy's Law dictates, any movie I go see with girlfriends that I am sure Hubby won't want to see, automatically becomes the one movie he has been waiting all his life to see. It was good enough to see twice thankfully.

So Hubby and I joked on Monday that we had better enjoy the clean house before the kids came home Tuesday after school. Ha ha freakin ha. I made a rules list, and put it on the noteboard. Tuesday morning I got up to go to work, and I get the luxury of sleeping until 7 while Hubby has to be to work by 6am and the girl staying with us has to be out of the house before I am up to get her daughter to daycare before work.

I got up. Thinking I would have at least a few solitaire moments with the clean house before I left for work. I go downstairs and glaring like beacons were little messes left by Hubby and Roomie. Some dirty clothes here, an empty Pop-tart box there. A box of screws left out after I so cruelly asked Hubby to finally rehang a couple pictures that were still on the floor after the great HGTV weekend. So I sigh. I pick up after them, I go to work.

I have the luxury at my job of setting my hours. I get there after I drop kids at school, and leave just in time to pick up J13 and get home before the other 3. The moment they step in the door I start drilling them on the rules. Shoes in the shoe box, backpacks in the backpack area, socks in the dirty laundry, go do homework. All is well still in my clean house.

Then its 8:30p.m. The kids are all snug in beds, and for the next hour I get to clean up. After the kids? A little. After Hubby and Roomie and her child? Yeah, mostly them. I get so tired of being the only one. I find complaining does no good. Full on breakdowns with tears and hysterics usually gets me a little help for a couple days. I even throw on the guilt trip; I am in near constant severe pain due to Rheumatoid Arthritis and a whole mess of related health issues, with no health care at the moment because Hubby's job charges way too much for insurance, and the boys have insurance through their Dad so I can't justify paying that much just to insure me, when, you know, the kids like to eat and have a place to live.

I hope that when the Roomie finally can afford to get her own place in January it won't be so bad. It's one thing to clean up after the man I married knowing he is admittedly a lazy slob, and the children I gave birth to, but it's a whole other issue when it's someone you have opened your home to, who makes messes and let's her child break your things without a second thought.

I don't mean to sound like such a baby. I know I am not the only one going through this. Any advice from anyone? Anyone? Hello, anyone out there?