No really, I would.
I need more hours in a day.
I need my days to be about 29 hours.
Give or take an hour or two.
I have found that I don't have enough time to get things done.
Case in point - my laundry from last week is still sitting in a pile on my hope chest in my bedroom. My laundry from this week? It is in the laundry basket in the laundry room.
Yes, I realize that this is horrid housekeeping and I make no excuses. Other than, I run out of time every single day. I feel accomplished when I get Olivia's and Emma's laundry hung up and folded for the week. (And on the weeks I don't 'accomplish' that, it all goes back in the wash. With that week's "new" dirty clothes.)
Oh my gosh.
I'm totally airing my dirty laundry.
On my blog.
So there you have it.
I suck at laundry.
I'm a horrible housekeeper apparently.
It appears that my kids are lucky to have clean clothes every week.
While I'm confessing, I might as well address dinner.
I made pancakes for dinner on Monday.
And then on Tuesday we had take out.
And on Thursday we had Little Caesar's 'hot and ready' pizza.
Because I didn't want to cook.
Apparently I also suck at the whole 'cooking for my family' thing too.
I realize I had SO MUCH MORE time to do everything I needed to do (laundry, cooking, washing the hardwood floors, watering my flowers) when I wasn't working. And it's not like The Job is a full-time gig either. I'm only at the office 24 (very long, tedious, horrid) hours every week.
That gives me two days a week when I DO have time to get stuff done.
But it seems there is always MORE to get done.
More paying the bills
More Swiffering dog hair off the hardwood floors. (Every. Single. Day.)
And quite frankly, I'm tired.
And no, I don't want to fold laundry at 8 o'clock at night.
I used to have the whole bill paying thing on a schedule.
I have been a bit forgetful lately.
I've had to pay some bills online at the last minute because I FORGOT to mail them in time.
Don't even get me started on this blog.
Dear blog, I am so sorry for neglecting you. For an entire week.
I am a train wreck.
I've got more gray hair than ever before.
My day planner needs a day planner.
I think I need to relax.
And realize that I am NOT supermom.
Nor will I ever be supermom.
Sometimes the laundry won't get folded. And we will have breakfast for dinner.
And I might even skip a day of Swiffering. Maybe.
I can't do it all.
But, Olivia told me today that I'm "the best mom ever" and well, that's good enough for me.
Laundry be damned.
*And no, I am not asking for sympathy here. I'm merely venting. On my blog. That's it. Nothing more. Nothing less.