Clothes that need sorted and donated (news flash…Henry definitely cannot wear the 6-9 month items that are still in his closet)
A dining room that even after working on it for an hour yesterday you still can’t see as anything but a storage area
Guilt (I should be focusing more on helping Henry learn to walk)
Guilt (Charlotte needs more potty-training help from us)
Gifts that need to be sent for babies that will be toddlers soon
Guilt (we missed church again last weekend)
McDonald’s happy meals
Photos that need to be organized
Baby books that need updated
Long work hours lately
Guilt (I should be reading more with Stella)
A photo calendar I promised someone months ago
Piles of papers to scan
Sweet tea and cherry cokes
Guilt (Someone else cleans my house, for crying out loud!)
Lack of exercise
The hot fudge ice cream sundae I had yesterday (which was NOT the first in a long time)
Guilt (Charlotte needs more one-on-one attention)
Work in general
Drowning in the above. All of it.
Having one kid was “simple”. Going from one to two…not so bad. Having three kids? I’ve lost my mind. I’ve never played catch-up like this before. And as someone who likes to be organized, on time, in control? Eek! I feel like I’m always one step behind. Always in a sink or swim situation lately. Always preparing for the next meal, the next bedtime, the next get-us-all-out-of-the-house-with-everything-we-need situation. And if I have a few minutes…I’m too exhausted to start on anything that really needs attention.
But I’m not sure what I’d cut out of our life. I’d prefer to see our friends more, not less. At least work should get more manageable soon as a project dies down and evening hours go away. I refuse to give up some personal interests that make me feel like me…human again. Like blogging and crafting. It’s all about balance, right? Easier said than done. But this too shall pass.
One girlfriend has started getting up even earlier each morning. She used to be a 4:30 alarm-goes-off like me (lately I’ve been sleeping in ’til 5:00)…but recently switched to 3:30 (but swears it’s temporary). Is this what has become of the working mom? And how much is self-induced? I know I’m my own worst enemy. Case in point…writing this post when there are a million other things to do. But I needed the 10-minute break.
You? What are you drowning in? Or how are you handling it all? Tips? Pointers? Help!