The second law of thermodynamics is pretty complicated. I'm not going to pretend to remember all of it, nor can I work those ridiculously complicated equations that I was so familiar with in my college physics classes. Come to think of it, the only reason I survived Physics I was my husband's help, and the only reason I survived Physics II was that I was really good friends with the smart, engineer-type Navy people in my class (my husband told me: "you're on your own, baby" once I enrolled in that second physics class).
However, I do recall that entropy is a very important part of the second law of thermodynamics, and part of that idea is that isolated systems (i.e. my house) tend to move from order to disorder.
Well, thanks, Sir Newton, that explains a lot. It must explain why, when I go to bed at night, the house is in order, but a few hours after waking the next morning, it looks like a baby store exploded all over my house. So did the laundry basket, for that matter. Just exactly WHO is wearing all these clothes?! And how did the sink fill with dishes again? Who's eating all the food that I just bought at the store?
Entropy reigns.
In college, entropy plagued my dorm--it was slightly messy, but by the standards of some other dorms, it was actually kind of clean. Papers and assignments and notes scattered all over my desk, books were everywhere--sometimes even used as tables to hold decorative plants! Dishes proliferated in the kitchen. I liked to say that our place (my roommate was in one accord with me on this) was "clean enough to be healthy, and dirty enough to be happy." I was happy enough to accept that entropy reigns.
I married Bobby, and we kept a pretty tidy home. I always had friends complimenting me on the tidiness of it when they visited. We learned the pattern of an adult life---go to work, pay bills, run errands, have a little fun with friends on weekeds--and our life seemed to be in pretty good order. I thought I had banished entropy from our home. "Defy those laws of physics, girl!" It wasn't that hard, as there were only two people living in my home, both of whom were grown and could pick up after and provide for themselves. Easy, right?
Add one small baby, and BOOM! Entropy reigns anew. Diapers. Bottles. Strollers. Onesies and hats and toys and blankets and books and..and..and....
I am humbled. Just when I think, "I'm a smart woman, I have it all together, and I can do this thing called "life" and do it well..." That's when I discover that I have placed my car keys (with small cannister of pepper spray attached) in the freezer, the chips in the refrigerator, and...where is that gallon of milk? How did it get in the bathroom?! Why did I walk into this room? What was I about to do? (the answer to that last question is probably laundry. It's always laundry.) Did I feed the dog today? Ask her---she says no, I didn't. But she lies. She always lies, and it won't be the last time she gets "second breakfast" out of me.
But I've found that entropy shouldn't be banished. It makes life much too interesting. And who DOESN'T want a glass of milk right after they've stepped out of the shower? That's why there's a gallon of it sitting in the bathroom sink. Don't ask, just chug. You'll have entropy to thank for those strong bones.
P.S.: Mom and Dad--aren't you glad that those thousands of dollars you paid for me to go to college served me so well? I can't work equations anymore, and I don't build rockets, but I CAN explain why I can't keep a clean house. Money well spent?
However, I do recall that entropy is a very important part of the second law of thermodynamics, and part of that idea is that isolated systems (i.e. my house) tend to move from order to disorder.
Well, thanks, Sir Newton, that explains a lot. It must explain why, when I go to bed at night, the house is in order, but a few hours after waking the next morning, it looks like a baby store exploded all over my house. So did the laundry basket, for that matter. Just exactly WHO is wearing all these clothes?! And how did the sink fill with dishes again? Who's eating all the food that I just bought at the store?
Entropy reigns.
In college, entropy plagued my dorm--it was slightly messy, but by the standards of some other dorms, it was actually kind of clean. Papers and assignments and notes scattered all over my desk, books were everywhere--sometimes even used as tables to hold decorative plants! Dishes proliferated in the kitchen. I liked to say that our place (my roommate was in one accord with me on this) was "clean enough to be healthy, and dirty enough to be happy." I was happy enough to accept that entropy reigns.
I married Bobby, and we kept a pretty tidy home. I always had friends complimenting me on the tidiness of it when they visited. We learned the pattern of an adult life---go to work, pay bills, run errands, have a little fun with friends on weekeds--and our life seemed to be in pretty good order. I thought I had banished entropy from our home. "Defy those laws of physics, girl!" It wasn't that hard, as there were only two people living in my home, both of whom were grown and could pick up after and provide for themselves. Easy, right?
Add one small baby, and BOOM! Entropy reigns anew. Diapers. Bottles. Strollers. Onesies and hats and toys and blankets and books and..and..and....
I am humbled. Just when I think, "I'm a smart woman, I have it all together, and I can do this thing called "life" and do it well..." That's when I discover that I have placed my car keys (with small cannister of pepper spray attached) in the freezer, the chips in the refrigerator, and...where is that gallon of milk? How did it get in the bathroom?! Why did I walk into this room? What was I about to do? (the answer to that last question is probably laundry. It's always laundry.) Did I feed the dog today? Ask her---she says no, I didn't. But she lies. She always lies, and it won't be the last time she gets "second breakfast" out of me.
But I've found that entropy shouldn't be banished. It makes life much too interesting. And who DOESN'T want a glass of milk right after they've stepped out of the shower? That's why there's a gallon of it sitting in the bathroom sink. Don't ask, just chug. You'll have entropy to thank for those strong bones.
P.S.: Mom and Dad--aren't you glad that those thousands of dollars you paid for me to go to college served me so well? I can't work equations anymore, and I don't build rockets, but I CAN explain why I can't keep a clean house. Money well spent?