I have come to decide that some days I am done with the job I have. I love my children, my husband and my big little family. I just get overwhelmed. I have to remind myself to breathe. Goosie has a yeast infection, Bubbles is teething and Miniman has taken this time to start testing his limits. My house is a wreck, the laundry is piled up and I will be running the washer and dryer for at least two days. I haven't felt like cooking so I also haven't felt like cleaning. I swear some days if the Dept. of Child Services were to stop by they would probably put me on probation.
I got the budget for the month figured out yesterday and I did our taxes last week. The garbage still needs to be rounded up and thankfully I have already cleaned the kitchen.
There are some days I am just done. Do you remember a brain teaser that went something like this: " Pete and Repeat were sitting on a wall, Pete fell off, who was left?" " Repeat". It keeps going and going like that.. until someone gets highly annoyed. Well, that is what my vocabulary seems to consist of, repetition. There is nothing that I say once, it is always repetitive. I am tired of this. The teaser annoyed me as a child and it annoys me now. We are planning to see Hubbys side of the family this month so I need to have things ready for that. Then there are the responsibilities I have outside of my big little family that also need to be taken care of.
An old friend called me today at the start of my morning and after being on the phone with me for a few minutes said "wow, you do stay busy don't you" I am paraphrasing of course because there was so much going on in that time frame I only usually catch the jest of things. Yes, I get busy and it seems I stay busy. My three kids keep me on my proverbial toes and things get done when they get done. I choose my battles, meaning if no one is bleeding, crying, or hurting someone else in general also there has to be no destruction of property. The kids can do what ever and I don't get upset. Already if they make a mess they have to clean it up, and the more independent they want to be, the more I ask of them.
Miniman is regressing a little but that is almost to be expected. He is going through a number of changes right now and is unsure of many things. I try to set clear boundaries and ground rules. Should he decide to "test the waters" discipline is swift.
All of this being said I was able to got to a women's conference this past weekend. It was refreshing. I was able to make some new contacts and I felt both challenged and fed. I look forward to the next one. Bubbles of course was the "belle of the ball" so to speak and had a wonderful time. I think she made more friends then me. So yes, in this craziness that I call my normalcy, there are times when I am done and a part of me wants to walk away from it all just for a break, a few minutes alone. But the larger part of me says " breathe, they are only so young for a short time and then they are gone. Enjoy them while they are there to be enjoyed and if the house doesn't get spotless, at least make it so it is livable and spend time with the kids". That is it. I have laundry to switch over, and I think Bubbles is ready to nurse again. Let me know if you stopped by!