I want to go on strike. The dirty dishes that are on the counter can stay there until the cows come home. The pizza from dinner that is sitting next to them can move in and grow fuzz. It’s been a long few weeks and I’m tired.
Every time I accomplish something (a load of laundry or a pile of dishes) there seems to be two more somethings to take its place. By the end of the day, I don’t want to think or respond or really even move.
The easy thing to do would be to let it all go. But it would only be a temporary easy. Eventually, I would have to throw out the fuzzy pizza and scrub the dishes because they sat so long they couldn’t just be rinsed. Putting it off actually just makes more work for me.
Life is a series of choices – most are the easy way or the right way. So many of us choose to take the easy way. It’s easier to speed than to follow the law – or to just get up when the alarm goes off. It’s easier to walk past the mess and hope someone else will clean it. It’s easier to say no to a friend that asks for help because you know her sister will come through.
Most of the time that I choose the easy way is because I’m being selfish. I don’t want to turn off the television and play a game with my son. I want the me time. I don’t want to have the neighbor kids over while their mother is out of town – I can’t be bothered with the added responsibility.
I won’t go on strike. My husband works hard and I should expect him to do everything when he gets home (even though he should). My children are children and can’t be expected to clean up the kitchen every time they fix their own lunch (even though they are old enough to FIX the lunch in the first place).
Like most days, I’ll choose the right way. I will clean the house and do the laundry and wash the dishes and fix the meals and write. These are things that I know I can do and so I will do them, even if no one takes the hint and joins in. It may mean missing out on important shows like “Big Brother” or “Top Chef,” but in the end the right way is the best way for me.