Hello again. So much for me blogging weekly, huh? Life has been a bit crazy busy over the last few months. I have literally had no free time. I actually don't have any now, but I need to vent and I feel like my Facebook friends get tired of my rants blowing up their news feed. So....I'm going to do my best to type this blog while my supposed to be napping baby pokes me in the face.
Today I got up at 6:45, got my kids around and took "stinky feet" to school. Easy enough. Then I came back home. That's when things started to snowball. "Tiny monster" was hungry so I started breakfast. I had to sanitize her hands about 30 times because she wouldn't quit touching the raw eggs. I finally finish, put the eggs on the plates, and sit down to eat. A few minutes pass and "tiny monster" is now stealing the small amount of food that I had made for myself. Who needs to eat, right? Eating is overrated. Besides, I have enough fat stored up in my left butt cheek to get me through the month without a single bite of food. Breakfast is over.
Now it's time to do my morning chores. Those go okay I guess. Clean up from breakfast, make beds, pick up living room....Easy enough. Then....my morning coffee hits me....and not in the good way. I scramble to the bathroom, get situated, look up, and what do ya know....there's "fluffy cheek" staring at me. For those of you who don't know, it's a little uncomfortable trying to "drop a deuce", as my husband calls it, while you're being stared at. Add in having to pull her out from under the sink, take the toilet paper out of her mouth, and keeping her from jumping in to the still damp bath tub, and you're like "screw it....I will just be in pain until nap time."
Lunch time has come now. This excites me. Nap time is after lunch time. Yesssss. I get them fed, lay them down, and then make myself a little bite to eat since I had my breakfast stolen from a curly haired little girl. I am at peace. I decide to take myself a hot bath and maybe read a little. I go to the bath tub and begin to remove various toys. One toy dropped, and made a "thud"....."ohhhh nooo...noo!!!" The sleeping dog is now awake and barking at the person she thinks is at the door...and "fluffy cheek" is wide awake.
So here I sit. Still needing a bath and still needing to poop. Is this glamorous? Nope. This is an accurate description of motherhood as I know it.
Happy Tuesday that sure feels like a Monday, folks.
