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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

I wish I were a FLY on Martha Stewart's wall.

I never really pay too much attention to other moms who seem to have 30 hour days, that have a natural knowledge for being creative, and obviously have amazing time management skills. I actually know of some friends of mine that seem to have it all together. Their home is always clean, they seem to have a great relationship with their spouse, and they always come up with the time (& Patience!) to do the most creative projects with their kids & even some projects around the house. I have no idea how they do it.  I really wish I could be a fly on their wall.

Today alone I worked non stop & yet feel like nothing was really accomplished. Both kids woke up at 4 a.m., the oldest fell back asleep but my 3yr old insisted on demanding; Cartoons, A juice Cup, a princess movie, claiming she was hungry was at the 6 a.m. marker, so I finally crawled out of bed (after going to sleep at 1 a.m. myself) went to the kitchen & put on a much needed pot of coffee. I got both kids fed, my 7yr old ready for school, drove her there, came home and began housework.

 I washed, dried & folded two loads of laundry. I washed a sink full of dishes from the night before that didn't get done. I swept the floors then  moved all my living room furniture to sweep under them. I re arranged the furniture (since I finally got around to taking down the Christmas tree) and by this time, I was starving so I sat for about 20mins, or long enough to eat a ham sandwich. Then I went through some paperwork that was stashed under the end tables before I realized the time, the hubs walked through the door which meant it was time to go pick up my daughter from school.

It is 3:45 p.m. by the time I returned home because today the girls wanted McDonald's for supper (KEEP YOUR EYES OUT FOR ANOTHER BLOG IN THE WORKS ABOUT TAKING YOUR KIDS TO MCDONALDS) I know they will be hungry again before bed time. Today I have spent the time watching t.v. with them when normally I would be in the kitchen cooking. We usually eat by 5:00 p.m., then I clean up the kitchen (OR) I spend time playing with the kids & relaxing on the couch with the hubs until 7 p.m. at which time I put the children in the tub. They are usually out with in 30 minutes so then I get them dressed, let them have a snack, brush their teeth and put them to bed at 8 p.m.

By this time I am usually exhausted, but I have to keep going. Toys are usually strewed all over the house, dirty cups/dishes in general are in every room, and the floors need swept again. (Of all the things I clean in one day, my floors are swept at least 2 or 3 times a day. *OCD* I walk around in socks & can't stand to feel dirt on the bottom of my feet!) By the time I have picked the house up to where it doesn't look like a tornado has came through my house then its usually after 10 p.m. and I give up. I usually sit down at my laptop and do my blogging or catch up on shows I have saved on my DVR until my eyes refuse to stay open, at which time I go to bed (I've been known to crash on the couch when the hubs is on night shift).

The way I see it.... I DONT SEE IT.... Please, one of you Martha Stewart wanna be moms out there please tell me how you do it, give me some tips, & PLEASE include how to make time for the hubs :)





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  2. Now that my kids are teenagers, I can finally do most of "it" that I was unable to do when they were younger. I still get up early, but I can go to bed at a decent hour. I can devote more time to me if I want. There is more laundry to do though as teenagers go through clothes more often than toddlers (yes, this really is true). Forget the hubby stuff though: you both grow accustomed to being best friends. It's actually better...we all feel fulfilled.

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