Well, not so much boxes, as box contents...
... compliments of my own personal box-dumper-boys
... especially loved it when they made it to our 'nuts and bolts' box... yep, dumped. right in the middle of the office room. with shag carpet.
My whole zen-like attitude of white space is right now feeling more like a white blizzard, and I'm sucked in the middle, trying desperately to make it to some sort of quiet shelter to just breath.
This house (is great) but is about to do me in. I have in my mind a huge grid of organization for each room. I have yet to have a single room resemble my minds plan. Maybe it's because I spend 1/2 of the day in the car, and the other 1/2 feeding, changing, cleaning, cooking, laundering, and generally helping these little souls to survive to see another day. I swear when I finally have the kiddos down for the night, there is some sort of mommy melt down that occurs, and the only functioning bone in my body is the remote control-finger for the tv.
I truly hate soccer season. Especially when it involves 3 separate kids, on four nights out of the week and most of the day on Saturday. I sat at the games on Saturday literally too exhausted to cheer. I had to reach WAY down into my latent cheerleader genes to get the 'raw raw' to sound genuine, and even with lurching into my reserves, still found myself at times too exhausted to even do a 'go team'...
... or maybe that's because I was dealing with 4 other hungry, tired, and cranky kiddos on the sideline. Yep, nursing one child while grabbing another off the soccer field (who wanted desperately to be with daddy who was coaching/reffing on field), and holding the 'baby-hugger' boy at bay was enough to throw me over the edge.
Mom and dad, once again I am in awe at your patience and cheerleading capabilities. I truly had no idea how tedious and repetitious the hours upon hours that you spend supporting 7 kids through countless sporting events was for you. I get it now. Oh boy, do I get it now. And I am still 2 kids shy of you. Wow. You are amazing!
Anyway, back to my whining...
so I feel like from the moment the eyes open in the morning, (usually open to a small human pulling/tugging/poking somewhere on my face) it is either running to something, or getting back home to reload and run somewhere else.
All the while, I look around my house at the utter chaos that envelops every room. When I do have a moment to tackle a task, it seems like there is suddenly some urgent need with the kiddos to attend to.
Inside of me there is an organized, calm human being just waiting to emerge...
... but right now she is buried alive in constant chaos and nuts and bolts embedded in shaggy carpet.
3 comments:
I would offer to keep your kids for a few hours, but honestly, I can't even keep Madeline from tearing our house apart - each and every day! All my work after midnight is taken care of by her before breakfast is done:) I just know that one night I won't clean her mess and the very next day we'll have an unannounced showing!
Hey, parent's day out at the Y might give you enough time to get some stuff put away....great date time, huh:)
Sounds like you could use less time outside of the house. Keep in mind you can't do "every good thing". Pick what's most important for you and your kids and let some things go for a season so you can have a chance to rejuvenate.
When your cup is empty, you have nothing to give. Relax and rejuvinate so fill your cup up to the brim. Then you will feel better and more peaceful. You are a great lady!
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