You know how sometimes you wake up in the morning and you have a PLAN. In this plan you will ACCOMPLISH many things. You will also become (miraculously) the perfect mother, wife, and housekeeper in the 8 seconds before you drag your sorry self out of bed. By the end of the day you will have COMPLETED your to do list. You will feel FULFILLED and SATISFIED.
ya. that is totally what I felt like this morning for about a millisecond BEFORE I got out of bed.
INSTEAD I spent the entire day playing catch up. I always felt one step behind where I was supposed to be. I also watched all the cleaning I did yesterday get destroyed by 9 am. And had I miraculously turned into the world's best housekeeper that would not have been a problem. Tragically, I was still just me. And as "just me" I was terribly disappointed when all manner of things were dropped, spilled, trod on, and mushed into the floors I HAND WASHED yesterday.
Yes... I actually got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed my floors. I even wiped down my cupboards (I was truly amazed at the amount of ick on my cupboard doors... how does it all get there?? Are the cats chucking stuff at my cupboard doors during the night? Do theives break in to steal all our amazing stuff and once they realize we don't have any amazing stuff decide to smear ick on my cupboard doors in revenge?).
But I can now say with authority that it was a complete waste of time. I might just as well have left everything as it was because if you looked at my floors today you would never have known they were spotless for 30 nanoseconds yesterday.
I tried valiantly to get all my paperwork done and bills paid and papers filed and I actually managed to get two things done... out of about a hundred. But still, 2 down 98 to go.
My sons, however, had a VERY productive day. They built this fabulous "machine" in my living room...
which they were exceedingly proud of... and most annoyed at Olivia for wanting to touch it. In her defence the "machine" was made out of mostly her toys. I am continually amazed by my sons' creativity and my daughter's determination to destroy their handiwork.
I am LESS amazed by the mess their creativity creates in my house...
the poor "machine" didn't have a chance.
And so, as I near the very end of my day, I can say with utmost confidence Super Mom does NOT live here. But if you see her around please send her over because I have some floors that need scrubbing.