If You Give a Mom a Minute

I remember being a teenager and writing poetry for hours...always well into the wee hours of the night. It was always due to an overwhelming urge to be artistic. I had that urge during my nighttime clean up...but it was already late and then when I sat down to do something, anything, I realized it would be wiser to go to bed.

I'd say I was being a responsible adult, but it was already 2 AM. Watcha gonna do?

At least the dishes got put away and the sink was cleaned out. That's what happens when you leave directly following dinner and, when you return, your hunk wants to watch a show (that you really want to watch).

It's okay, the dishes are done:

 Believe it or not, I finished folding the laundry BEFORE the show. It isn't put up, yet, but my children were in bed. They have to put up their own clothes. And by "they," I really mean my oldest, who puts away his own clothes, his younger brother's clothes, and helps his sister put away her clothes.  

I love my older daughter, but she is definitely in her own world.

 

 

 

But at least it gets put away. Special thanks to my son, Oliver, for a job well done *standing ovation.*

 

And by "well done" I mean that it is all in the correct drawers...even if it doesn't look tidy.

 

I am NOT going to let that bother me........I just don't go into their drawers and I am blissfully unaware.

 

But really, it drives me crazy.

 

 

But I'm grateful....it's like a bittersweet thing.

 

I love that they help. Every morning I come downstairs and they can turn on the TV and not destroy the house in the wee hours of the morning: READ: before my baby wakes me up.

 



The baby gets fed, the kids get fed, mama gets fed....until she dumps too much cinnamon into her oatmeal.

 

If You Give a Mom a Minute

 

If you give a Mom a minute,

It is likely she'll reheat her coffee with it.

 

 

 

And if she reheats her coffee,

She will likely clean out the microwave.

 

 

And if she cleans the microwave,

She'll want to clean the dishes, and wash the sink,

and clean the entire kitchen from the chaos of breakfast

 

 

After cleaning up the kitchen, she'll see her kids outside,

Which will leave her some time to clean up the living room.

She will decide to go ahead and dust and even vacuum, too.

 

 

By then, she'll have worked up a sweat, and,
Because she is hot and sweaty, she will take a quick shower,

 

And if she takes a quick shower,
She'll want to do her hair and put on some make up...
Only she'll have a child or two interrupt that thought,
So she'll just finish her quick shower...

...and then she will get the kids an early lunch.
And while her kids are eating their lunch,
She'll decide to check the laundry.

Her laundry will be finished,
And then she will fold and put away the clothes.
Just as she's finishing, her kids will be get down from the table,
And she will clean off their plates, taking bites of any remnants.

And when she is finished with the dishes,
She will send her kids all to bed for a nap.

And when the kids all finally decide to take a nap,
She will see all the cleaning supplies.
And she will decide to clean out the bathrooms.

Once she is done cleaning the bathrooms,
She will return the cleaning supplies to the kitchen.
And she might even remember to reheat her coffee,
If you give a mom a minute.

Or she'll write a blog post because she made a promise to post once a week and her time was running short...but hey, the kitchen got cleaned last night and the kids were playing outside before it started sprinkling and now this mommy is going to take a minute to get dressed and go to the mall with her kids.

Hiatus...Return from the Grave...Lazy Streak

I have been abysmally MIA...as in, I didn't really want the extra work of writing something, so I kept putting it off...

...kind of like my laundry.

I think I should rename this blog ...

...because, you know...the laundry.

I've been sick the last few days...almost a week. Getting better...having ups and downs and all with short little people at my feet, pushing my boundaries, daring me to boil over. I'm a daredevil, so I tend to oblige *guilt* BUT what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? I give hugs after the fire has been extinguished with the pottage...

...hopefully that makes up for any burns earned in the spill.

My hunk came to the rescue. Probably was for the benefit of him and our children...BUT he let me sleep in (after waking up with the baby to feed her...the biggest downside to breastfeeding!) and he even cleaned up the kitchen...but remarkably, two days later, the kitchen is once again a disaster zone and I am feeling incredibly sleep deprived and still not back to 100%.

I may have been up really late.

It was for a good cause, I promise!

So I'm making it a goal to sit down at least once a week and write about something. Maybe more frequently but NO LESS THAN ONCE A WEEK. We'll see how long that lasts. I have this amazing ability to NOT keep my word on blogging frequency. Hoping to improve......

My children have grown since the last time I shared, plus I've added another little ankle biter in the mix.

 

I love them so much....*stops to yell* "GET OUTSIDE, NOW!" *holds head in hands* I'm only yelling because this is probably the 847,323,685,198,746th time they've come in since they have been "outside" in the last 30 minutes...and 5 of those minutes was walking over to the house behind us to retrieve a ball that the <not-even-2-year-old> threw over the fence.

Se la vie! And I wouldn't change it...most of the time.