Some days I think to myself, if I just get that pile of laundry caught up, I will have some free time. I will be able to work on the scrapbooks and maybe have a minute to myself. Then suddenly I decide that since we have no milk OR Diet Coke that I must go to the grocery store so I leave the big girls at home with their Dad and head that way and then when I come home, my family is no longer going to starve, but that house that only needed the laundry put away now looks like a tag team of preschoolers has spent time unsupervised ramsacking my house as quickly as possible... because they did all while their Dad sat in the basement watching television paying no attention to what was going on upstairs.... Oh the joy of parenting. I have come to the realization there is no catching up. This indeed is my new real life. Someday I will be sad that I have a clean house and I will be able to do all the scrapbooks I want.... but first I have to remember to take the pictures.
Other days I am in plain survival mode. Like days when I have agreed to watch my bff two kids in addition to my three and the night before I am awoken three times in six hours by the baby, one time by a screaming sleep talking husband and once by a five year old who has peed the bed..... those days don't produce much more than three meals a bath for the Mama and diapers that must be changed...unless said Mama runs out of Diet Coke, then it will also entail a trip to the grocery store because everybody knows a Mama without Diet Coke is one grouchy lady!
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