Always something...
There is always something to do isn't there?
I worked a full day, not even stopping for a real lunch break, trying to finish an informational brochure for our new dispatch program at work.
Work a little late, then drive to the grocery store.
Make a meal plan on the back of an old receipt while sitting in the car in the grocery parking lot.
Go into store, purchase all food. Randomly run into brother-in-law and two oldest nieces and prepare for the tackling I will soon receive as I they scream DEE, running past the cheese aisle and the meat section...
Get home, lug in groceries as to not disturb my husband's burst of energy in the form of "I decided to clean the living room and Lyric's room." He was on a roll.
Love on the favorite little girl who I hadn't seen all day as I left the house before she got up. It's about 6:30pm by now.
Deal with my daughter being "mad" at me for being gone in the form of not letting me put her down for 45 minutes as she thinks I'll leave again... que waves of guilt washing over working mother.
Husband puts up groceries while I go into the bedroom and begin sorting dirty clothes into piles. Husband walks in and we once again begin to talk about me working part time, but then never can come up with answers on how we'll work out all the details, So we sigh and decide to start fixing dinner.
Husband starts marinating the chicken and steak, I start preparing the mashed taters and corn on the cob...
7:30, daughter is hungry, dinner is not ready, only mashed potatos, so I go ahead and give her that. Daughter thinks she is big enough to use a fork by herself and doesn't like me feeding her. Leave daughter to her own messy devices... she does somehow get the food in her mouth (and hair, arms and squished between fingers). Finish the rest of dinner, mine gets cold as I take the time to cut up daughter's food and shave off the corn off the cob. Daughter then refuses to eat anything else as she has gotten full off the mashed potatos.
Eat half of my dinner before daughter decides she is done and is ready to get out of her chair. Give husband pitiful look and trade dishes for bath duty... bad decision. Dishes are piled up as there is still no dishwasher in my house. Takes me the entire length of daughter's bath to finish dishes.
Daughter plays, I continue to do laundry.
9:30, daughter is given a bottle then put to bed. Husband gets on the xbox, I read my OK Magazine.
Do another laundry load exchange, piling the clean clothes into the middle of the newly cleaned living room floor. Sigh and think, there's a job that will get done tomorrow night.
Ridiculously exhausted, I now prepare to take a shower then go to bed.
Just to start my full day again tomorrow.
So I ask this question... will I ever get a break?
I worked a full day, not even stopping for a real lunch break, trying to finish an informational brochure for our new dispatch program at work.
Work a little late, then drive to the grocery store.
Make a meal plan on the back of an old receipt while sitting in the car in the grocery parking lot.
Go into store, purchase all food. Randomly run into brother-in-law and two oldest nieces and prepare for the tackling I will soon receive as I they scream DEE, running past the cheese aisle and the meat section...
Get home, lug in groceries as to not disturb my husband's burst of energy in the form of "I decided to clean the living room and Lyric's room." He was on a roll.
Love on the favorite little girl who I hadn't seen all day as I left the house before she got up. It's about 6:30pm by now.
Deal with my daughter being "mad" at me for being gone in the form of not letting me put her down for 45 minutes as she thinks I'll leave again... que waves of guilt washing over working mother.
Husband puts up groceries while I go into the bedroom and begin sorting dirty clothes into piles. Husband walks in and we once again begin to talk about me working part time, but then never can come up with answers on how we'll work out all the details, So we sigh and decide to start fixing dinner.
Husband starts marinating the chicken and steak, I start preparing the mashed taters and corn on the cob...
7:30, daughter is hungry, dinner is not ready, only mashed potatos, so I go ahead and give her that. Daughter thinks she is big enough to use a fork by herself and doesn't like me feeding her. Leave daughter to her own messy devices... she does somehow get the food in her mouth (and hair, arms and squished between fingers). Finish the rest of dinner, mine gets cold as I take the time to cut up daughter's food and shave off the corn off the cob. Daughter then refuses to eat anything else as she has gotten full off the mashed potatos.
Eat half of my dinner before daughter decides she is done and is ready to get out of her chair. Give husband pitiful look and trade dishes for bath duty... bad decision. Dishes are piled up as there is still no dishwasher in my house. Takes me the entire length of daughter's bath to finish dishes.
Daughter plays, I continue to do laundry.
9:30, daughter is given a bottle then put to bed. Husband gets on the xbox, I read my OK Magazine.
Do another laundry load exchange, piling the clean clothes into the middle of the newly cleaned living room floor. Sigh and think, there's a job that will get done tomorrow night.
Ridiculously exhausted, I now prepare to take a shower then go to bed.
Just to start my full day again tomorrow.
So I ask this question... will I ever get a break?
posted by Des at
Monday, March 24, 2008
2 Comments:
you will get a break when Lyric goes to College....unless you have more kids.
Des you are so freaking creative, I love reading your blogs, you make me laugh out loud.
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