Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Fighting Entropy

When I was a kid, my mother would design the most amazing summer experiences. She called it "Summer School" and we would do some school-type work, some outdoor activities, some field trips, library trips, etc. I swear it was more work for her than us.

One year, our "theme" for summer school was "FIGHT ENTROPY!"

(Entropy being of course the idea that everything in existence is determined to spiral itself into destruction and nothingness, right? Right.)

My poor mother was probably simply exhausted from having all the kids home for the summer and couldn't stand the thought of the mess, noise and disarray we'd cause. So we spent the summer "FIGHTING ENTROPY!" as we cooked dinners, did laundry and *gasp* cleaned up after ourselves. I can't recall how successful Mom's summer theme was, but I remember doing it...
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Well. Here I am, fifteen years later, to tell you, kids should be renamed, "ENTROPISTS!"

I mean, seriously. Why is it that they can utterly and completely destroy the living room within four minutes of waking up? And then weep and wail and gnash things when I dare to suggest we UNDO the entropy of the living room?

I am fighting the war on entropy day in and day out, minute by minute, clinging to the hope of order and cleanliness. Every single second.

And why do they not give a darn if they are covered in guck, mud and grass, but must make it known that they are HUNGRY at the top of their voices? This dissolves me into a state of entropy when I am trying DESPERATELY to clean them whilst feeding them?

I don't understand it. Why are they so determined to spin my universe into disarray? It is like they take pleasure in the very idea.

I love my little entropists so much it hurts. I do believe this is why children have mothers; someone to love their chaotic butts REGARDLESS of their behavior. My little entropists are not even all that bad. Really, they're not.

But this morning, as I was trying to clean the kitchen and they were carefully trashing every other room in the house, I really did wonder why... why do they revel in the crazy?



Alisa and Jared said...

I think I have resigned myself to the fact that my kids will always drive me nuts.

The Martos Fudge said...

I am amazed as well, as to ho fast they turn a room upside down... If I could clean as fast.

McEuens said...

I don't know why. But this post did make me notice that, while my children have no particular inclination to play with extra blankets that are left haphazardly on the couch, if I put those blankets in their designated basket, suddenly they cannot keep their hands off them until they have strewn them about. Hmmm.

Braden said...

Entropists is right!!!! Very good title for them.


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