I wake up and start jotting down my to do list, in random order:
- dishes
- laundry
- move train to Asa’s room
- call Daddy about doll house
- call friend who just had surgery
- get soup in slow cooker
- rearrange bonus room
- more chores
- more chores
- etc.
And I get up and move over one load of laundry, get morning drinks and breakfast served.
Then plan to start on the list.
Instead, however, I find myself answering questions and refereeing disagreements, changing diapers and assembling (and reassembling) the train track (again). (At least I got it moved, right?)
And I find myself frustrated with them, frustrated with me.
Wanting to yell, “Can’t I just get ONE thing done? Just ONE thing?”
But I take a deep breath, scratch the to do list and make another one:
- Play with the doll house with Lydia
- Read The Body book with Carter
- Watch the train go ’round and ’round and ’round with Asa
- Have a tea party with Anna Alden
- Fix lunch and eat it under the table with the children
- Put the baby down for a nap and do an art project with the bigs
- Blow up the punching bag toy (again)
- Watch Asa beat the snot out of it
- Go through all the Disney apps on sale with the big two
- Upload new apps onto their ipods
- Get tonight’s soup in the slow cooker
Instead of frustrated, I’m happy.
Instead of crying, we’re all laughing.
Instead of clean, my house is a disaster.
(And I’m okay with that.)
(For now.)
Things the way they should be. (At least you have an excuse for the house – but I don’t. Just slow in getting things done.
Love that you see what’s really important!! When you get to be my age, you children are gone and it’s way too quiet. There is plenty of time to get things done and you simply don’t do them, because what’s the point. No one’s there that really cares anymore if it’s done or not. Love those little ones!!