Dear Motivation,
I am sorry if I hurt your feelings. I know the last few times you came around I didn't spend much time with you and you probably felt ignored. It's just that the internet has SO MUCH stuff to look at, it's very distracting. Plus there is the kids, asking for my help to clear the next Mario level, or wanting to go play at the park. I'm sorry but they're way more fun than you.
There are lots of the great things we can do next time you come over. Please stop by again soon, and I promise things will be different. We'll do tons of stuff together, just like old times - as long as that beatch Procrastination doesn't come with you.
Love,
Me.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
SuperMom - Misnomer or Possibility?
Some mornings I leave the house feeling like SuperMom - got up, got ready, unloaded dishwasher, did a load of laundry, cleaned the living room, planned for supper, wiped down a bathroom, swept the kitchen floor, remembered to give the dogs water, got the kids up, got them ready, stayed patient, organized snacks and toys and backpacks, left the house 10 minutes early, with a fully-charged Blackberry safely on my hip and a fully charged laptop safely in my bag, dropped the kids off at the sitter, and got to work with plenty of time to stand in line for a London Fog on the way by. Phew. I am SuperMom! Feels great! When I get home everything is in order!
Some days I come home and SuperMom keeps going - leave work on time, pick up the kids on time, supper is ready at a decent time, cleaned up,remember to feed the dogs, the morning's laundry load is dried, folded and put away, vacuum, dust, wipe down another bathroom, kids get an actual bath (WITH hair washing), stay patient through the bedtime charts (clean up, snack, brush teeth, stories, potty, mommy "will you schweep wiff me"), kids asleep by 8:30, everything in order, lunches packed for tomorrow, dishwasher humming. Ahhhh, Mommy-time Wine-time Whatever-I-want-time. After some homework that is - I am usually taking a University class or two at any given time.
Most days, this is NOT how it goes. Just imagine the Exact Opposite of the above. Chaos. Fail.
Some women seem to have it totally together all the time, but I don't know how. I try to keep up, but it only takes a day of less-than-stellar-housekeeping for it all to go to down the drain fast. There's clean clothes on the couch waiting to be folded, there's something in the fridge that really shouldn't be there anymore, there's toys in the living room (does nobody care that toys have been BANNED from the living room?). Sigh.
Sometimes I feel bad that I don't have my kids in soccer and ballet and piano and gymnastics and kindermusic and skating and swimming and brownies and karate and and and and....... oh sure, they have taken some of these things, but we only allow one thing at a time. It's just too much to do more than that.
Some days I come home and SuperMom keeps going - leave work on time, pick up the kids on time, supper is ready at a decent time, cleaned up,remember to feed the dogs, the morning's laundry load is dried, folded and put away, vacuum, dust, wipe down another bathroom, kids get an actual bath (WITH hair washing), stay patient through the bedtime charts (clean up, snack, brush teeth, stories, potty, mommy "will you schweep wiff me"), kids asleep by 8:30, everything in order, lunches packed for tomorrow, dishwasher humming. Ahhhh, Mommy-time Wine-time Whatever-I-want-time. After some homework that is - I am usually taking a University class or two at any given time.
Most days, this is NOT how it goes. Just imagine the Exact Opposite of the above. Chaos. Fail.
Some women seem to have it totally together all the time, but I don't know how. I try to keep up, but it only takes a day of less-than-stellar-housekeeping for it all to go to down the drain fast. There's clean clothes on the couch waiting to be folded, there's something in the fridge that really shouldn't be there anymore, there's toys in the living room (does nobody care that toys have been BANNED from the living room?). Sigh.
Sometimes I feel bad that I don't have my kids in soccer and ballet and piano and gymnastics and kindermusic and skating and swimming and brownies and karate and and and and....... oh sure, they have taken some of these things, but we only allow one thing at a time. It's just too much to do more than that.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
I AM ON THE #!&!!@!& PHONE !!! @#!&!!@!&#&!!!
Honestly, I am convinced there is some strange phenomenon that occurs when a mom picks up a phone. Some signal goes off in a child's brain that makes them start yelling, running, needing things, climbing, and requiring them to be within 1 foot of their mother at all times. Even when I try going to another room, they follow - loudly. And if the person on the other end also has small children, there is equal chaos.
My sister and I have solved this problem. It's called MSN! We can chat for hours. Sure, there's intermittent breaks, sometimes an hour between posts, odd subject changes - but we know the other is just dealing with kids and life in the meantime.
My sister and I have solved this problem. It's called MSN! We can chat for hours. Sure, there's intermittent breaks, sometimes an hour between posts, odd subject changes - but we know the other is just dealing with kids and life in the meantime.
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