I don't understand why I feel so busy. I know just about everyone else in the world is busier than I am. All I have to do is raise two kids. I don't have a paid-outside-the-home job. I'm pretty good at saying "No." And yet, I either overschedule myself or I overestimate how much I can do. Bottom line: I am never on top of things.
I had one of those mornings last weekend. Between all the travelling I've been doing (Minnesota, Florida, Texas in a three week time period) I feel I haven't had much down time at home. So on Saturday, I declared we were going to stay in all day! I was going to clean the house. Do the laundry. Call a plumber and the cable company. That's it! Simple!
But, the kids started fighting and whining and crying and following me around fighting and whining and crying. I started movie after movie for them. I got out the play doh and crayons. I popped popcorn for them. I would sneak upstairs and try to fold a load of laundry, or change some sheets and next thing I knew, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! He took my toy! That's mine! WAAAAAH. MOOOOOMMMMMMYYYYY? Where are you? Waaaaaah! OOOOOOWWWWW. I dropped a toy on my foot. WAAAAaaaah!
When I was on the phone with the plumber, both kids were SCREAMING and crying. I locked myself in my bedroom to finish the call. When I opened the bedroom door, two sobbing kids fell into the room. I would finally get one little task accomplished upstairs only to come down to find play doh scattered across two rooms, popcorn scattered across four rooms, breakfast smeared across the table and all four chairs, and every toy pulled out of everywhere. Two screaming/crying kids and a dirty diaper.
Geez. Why can't I keep up? That's why.
(The worst part of the WHOLE story is that the following morning, John was home. And the kids just played contentedly in the basement, leaving us alone on the couch, watching TV in peace! He thinks that is how my daily life is!)
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