My kids are painting right now. I know that makes me sound like a great, adventurous mom. Don't let me fool you. I feel (at this moment) like a crappy mom, friend, wife. The hardest job is not being a mom, but being an adult and juggling all those titles.
Today Lexi prayed that I wouldn't be mad today. Patch peed his pants for the 3rd time in 24 hours. I don't know when the last time was I did something with Tyler. My house is a mess, the laundry is not done. I have not a clue what to make for dinner. I'm happy with my hubby, but I'm sure he thinks I'm not. We don't have time to talk about the real stuff. I have about 4 friends who could really use a GOOD friend right now, I don't know where to start. I was just telling a friend that "if you just get all the little things done they won't cluster into bigger things, taking more of your time". I obviously don't know what I'm talking about since I'm always doing the little things and can't catch up.
I'm sure you're thinking, 'if you spent less time on the computer, you'd have more time to do other things'. I'm already there. I have cut down on not just that but other things I want to do just to do the needed things. I still can't get caught up. When does this stage end?
I'm writing this, not to complain, but hopefully I'll look back and see that it wasn't that rough after all.
The bright side is that my daughter thinks I'm the best because I pulled out the paints.
