I think I may have determined what has been jacking with my mood over the last few days. It’s a fairly common disease known as toddler-itis. I was able to correctly diagnose myself when I woke up to find that M had contracted the same symptoms this morning after dealing with PJ for two hours by himself. Both of our symptoms of frustration and exhaustion and a feeling of utter futility only escalated through the morning as we attempted to do a little cleaning. We found ourselves in need of a long recovery period after all the “help” we received. Between making himself a nuisance, delaying the cleaning itself, and undoing everything we did seconds after we finished, we were at our wit’s end.
On the bright side, M now understands why I’ve been kind of cranky lately. He also understands why I rarely do much cleaning. We really can’t clean much with PJ underfoot, so naptime is the only time to do anything. And with BabyN crying through all of PJ’s naptime these days, nothing gets done. Besides, what’s the point of repeatedly cleaning something that’s going to end up dirty again just minutes later? There simply is no keeping up with housework around here.