Since Nick came along, I've been pretty proud of myself for being a more relaxed, go-with-the-flow person. I'm finding it much easier to forget the laundry to head out and play and to go to bed early, so I'm rested, instead of staying up to scrub down the kitchen.
But, after an incredibly long and stressful work week that kept me away from my family, left me backlogged at the office, completely behind on household chores, and mentally and physically exhausted, I came down with a giant case of the berserks Saturday night.
Because I was so tired, I gave in a took a very long nap with Nick Saturday afternoon. Which was wonderful, but also meant I didn't touch any of the chores on my very long list. I was okay with it at first, rationalizing that I needed the rest and the cuddle time with Nick, but later as I was trying to finish off dinner amidst a very cluttered kitchen, while both kids screamed, and my head raced through all the things I still had to do, I completed melted down.
Since we've moved, I've been pretty nonchalant about the very slow pace of getting all the things done to make our house our home. But, it's getting to me now. I'd just like to see a little progress at this point. I just don't know where to find the time between work, the kids, and getting all the basic weekly chores and house maintenance done.
**Sigh** There are plenty of people out there that wish they had my problems, right? Tomorrow is another day...and I should stop writing this blog and get back to folding that laundry.
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