Yikes

This is going to come across as a pure whine, but....


I would really like to know when a mom ever gets a break?
I have come to grips with this fact, and have accepted this is the fact.

But when is a mom not doing something that doesn't involve cleaning, cooking, helping with homework, helping kids bathe, doing dog things, making lunches, doing laundry, making bake-sale items, helping kids do presentations at school without flipping out, cleaning - and not even the deep-cleaning stuff that would actually get things clean, it's the clean-up before the clean and it's aggravating. And in the moments when a mom is physically doing these things, she is also planning on how to attack all of the other things on her to do list.
Sigh.

It's one of those days where I've just spent the last few days doing all of this, and while the husband goes off to some business meeting at evening, instead of me trying to get some groceries on an off moment, I forgot it is free skate night for the elementary school. So in the next little while, after I've done the dishes, made dinner, fed the dogs, coddled the old dog to please go potty outside, crated the dogs, and showered girls....I will be taking the girls to skate night.

That will be sheer pleasure for my congested head and sick for two weeks trying to shake this coughing body.
yay!

I Swear!

The only time I go to write anything online, ie: leave comments on blogs, is the only time the husband comes in the room to look over my shoulder.

Seriously?

I'm really not in here all that often and the battery on the laptop just up and died, so I have nowhere to hide.

How does the battery take full charges, give hours of enjoyment and then the next day just die?

I suppose that is how I feel some days too, so I can't really complain.

Oh wait, yes. I. Can.

Working on it

So I broke down and called someone to come in and clean my house.

I've had enough meltdowns every damn weekend over the state of the house and just trying to catch up on simple things like cleaning the bathroom counter. I do not want to spend my days off work just scrambling to get the house in order. And I don't want to wish my children older so they can clean up their things...they are still my babies and I'm soaking it all in. (In case anyone wonders, they do clean up their things, but there are days where it is loads easier for me to swoop it up in one handful and put it away properly and then my OCD doesn't have to take a hit and a fit)

I think this will save many years of mine and my family's life and sanity.

And then I can get back to more me time.
Running, hiking, reading, singing, biking, camping, dog-walking, ginning, painting, kid-smooching... here I come!