Where do I start? That is the question running through my head as I observe the damages. I'm just going to list the amazing amount of things on my to do list and detail as I go in no particular order while I am sitting here nursing Baby Boy.
- Laundry. Why is it that you can never really be done with laundry? There is always a load waiting to be washed or folded and put away. A diaper got into the washer last night. Pills everywhere. So the washer and floor had to be cleaned out as well as the entire load dried and washed again to get all the remaining pills.
- Dishes. Like laundry, you either have a load to be washed or put away and if you even take one day off - it's over and catching up is so hard. (I'm in catch up mode).
- Car. I started to clean the car yesterday because I need to make it nice so I stop coveting the new Honda Odyssey as much. That, and it was sooo smelly that it just HAD to be shampooed. Here is just a few of the things that needed to be shampooed out of the carpet floor that happened recently: chocolate milk, soda, pineapple juice, gum, chocolate. Not to mention the years of abuse from dirt, mud, and yes, I'm sure there is even some pee in those wonderful cloth seats. GROSS. So I got some of it shampooed and scrubbed off walls, but I still need to finish. I have a little timer called a baby that interrupts projects every couple of hours. Not to mention the feeding, picking up from school, and diaper changing of the others.
- Carpet and couches. There are many places that need to be shampooed in the house, but none more urgently than the living room. In the last 3 days, my sweet children have gotten candy and chocolate, marker, juice, mud, pee, poop (baby explosions are unmatchable), blood, and vaseline into my carpet and couches. Did I mention that Brother Bear made off with an ice cream blizzard when I wasn't looking and dumped it all over the floor in the play room and on top of one of the library books while I was making lunch? The $200 investment we made into a carpet cleaner is once again paying for itself. :)
- Add the toy room disaster from the boys (literally dumping every toy onto the floor and getting out the playdoh and mashing it into the floor), mopping the floor, and the bathroom that has to be washed at least every other day due to a inattentive little boy's aim and you will know why I am singing to myself, "mama said there'd be days like this, there'll be days like this my mama said."
SERIOUSLY. This has all happened within the last couple of days. Good thing the weather is beautiful and Zane will be gone to Utah from Thursday thru Sunday. I'm not sure why it's easier to clean without him around because he really isn't that messy, but I think it removes the pressure I put on myself to have it all done by the time he gets home every day. Kay, baby's done eating, guess we'll load him up in the bouncer and head out to finish the car.
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Dang girl - you need a Xanax. lol. Oh wait, nursing is supposed to do the same thing. Hmmm.... something like that. I don't know why reading this makes me feel better since I always feel the same way! When I am feeding the babies, instead of relaxing I can only think about the tons of little yet compounded things there are to do before I can relax - like ridiculously never ending laundry all the way down to that crumb on the coffee table. It seemed like our end tables always collected clutter, so my solution, get rid of the end tables! Genius. Feels so much better! Seems like no matter what you do though, the place is NEVER in composure. Looks like I have soooo much more to look forward to in the toddler years. :) I don't know how you do it.
Mary, Mary, Mary...thank you for posting that!! That makes me feel so much better to know I'm NOT alone! Hang in there and remind yourself that your house is decorated in 'childhood modern'.
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