K so I don't know how all of you do it. My house is constantly a mess.
I can't keep up on dishes. I can get the laundry clean and folded but put away?
Not a chance. I barely remember the holidays. And if I do remember
holidays I don't remember to take pictures. We can't be ready for the day
before 11 if it kills us. (I blame that 100% on Jake.
It is impossible for me to get ready with him awake.)
And all this creative crap you guys do?
I would love to do that!
And every holiday your house is redecorated?
I still have some Christmas stuff up.
Have you looked at my front door?
It still thinks its Christmas.
Where do you find the time?
I would love to wake up with a clean house.
Keep up on the dishes.
And the laundry.
Never step on a toy.
Or a crayon.
And have all 3 beds made every morning.
Honestly.
How do you do it?
I would love to look perfect at 9 am when you pick Gracie up for preschool.
Oh, and have Jake be all ready to go too.
But seriously?
Unless I start getting up at 5am
(which isn't going to happen)
I guess this will be my life.
So please excuse my mess.
We just got back from vacation and the clothes
can't seem to find their home.
The snow boots may need to be used again.
So why put them away?
And the bags?
Well they still have clean clothes in them.
That I plan on wearing tomorrow or the next day.
So they'll just have to stay out a little bit longer too.
Oh, and the whole home cooked meal every night?
Does Hamburger Helper count?
Or Macaroni and Cheese?
I know, I know.
Those don't really count.
But how do you go to the grocery store?
I only go when I'm going to run out of milk.
Or I already did.
And then its a mad dash to get the main things
before one or both of the kids are crying
because I forgot to feed them in my rush to get out of the house.
Or someone has to go potty.
Or Jake's throwing everything out of the cart -
A. Because he like to hit you with flying objects
or
B. he thinks EVERYTHING is a ball.
Maybe someday my life will be in order.
And I can take 20 minutes and blog my perfect days events.
After I just spent the last 2 hours scrapbooking it.
In my immaculate house.
With my immaculate hair and clothes.
And perfect children with an outfit for every holiday.
But until then, you're just going to have to deal with the mass chaos my house brings to us all.
I can't keep up on dishes. I can get the laundry clean and folded but put away?
Not a chance. I barely remember the holidays. And if I do remember
holidays I don't remember to take pictures. We can't be ready for the day
before 11 if it kills us. (I blame that 100% on Jake.
It is impossible for me to get ready with him awake.)
And all this creative crap you guys do?
I would love to do that!
And every holiday your house is redecorated?
I still have some Christmas stuff up.
Have you looked at my front door?
It still thinks its Christmas.
Where do you find the time?
I would love to wake up with a clean house.
Keep up on the dishes.
And the laundry.
Never step on a toy.
Or a crayon.
And have all 3 beds made every morning.
Honestly.
How do you do it?
I would love to look perfect at 9 am when you pick Gracie up for preschool.
Oh, and have Jake be all ready to go too.
But seriously?
Unless I start getting up at 5am
(which isn't going to happen)
I guess this will be my life.
So please excuse my mess.
We just got back from vacation and the clothes
can't seem to find their home.
The snow boots may need to be used again.
So why put them away?
And the bags?
Well they still have clean clothes in them.
That I plan on wearing tomorrow or the next day.
So they'll just have to stay out a little bit longer too.
Oh, and the whole home cooked meal every night?
Does Hamburger Helper count?
Or Macaroni and Cheese?
I know, I know.
Those don't really count.
But how do you go to the grocery store?
I only go when I'm going to run out of milk.
Or I already did.
And then its a mad dash to get the main things
before one or both of the kids are crying
because I forgot to feed them in my rush to get out of the house.
Or someone has to go potty.
Or Jake's throwing everything out of the cart -
A. Because he like to hit you with flying objects
or
B. he thinks EVERYTHING is a ball.
Maybe someday my life will be in order.
And I can take 20 minutes and blog my perfect days events.
After I just spent the last 2 hours scrapbooking it.
In my immaculate house.
With my immaculate hair and clothes.
And perfect children with an outfit for every holiday.
But until then, you're just going to have to deal with the mass chaos my house brings to us all.
