*Sometimes a realistic mommy day needs to be noted. I don't want to forget how awesome I can be at times.
I really really like being home. I enjoy having my weekdays to play with Emma to casually go about my chores without the hustle that is required during a full work week. Spontaneous trips to the zoo, to the park, for a long walk... these are nice. Every now and again, though, I realize that I have completely let my housework fall behind. I notice we no longer have clean clothes to wear. Dog fur that has moved in from the hidden corners, has now spread to the center of the walk way that sets sail through the air with the slightest stroll through the house. The opening of any drawer or closet door reveals the denial of my neglect, as it has all been pushed out of sight, and out of mind. And then there is that day that things will get done. From the moment the eyelids open, the brain is in full motion and is yelling for the body to keep step. Then there is the moment of that day, that you realize your brain is stupid, your body is tired, and you are in way over your head. That moment for me today was funfetti.
I woke up this morning at 100 mph. Changed the baby, dressed the baby, made the baby and the daddy breakfast. I didn't even bother to shower...there was no time. Jogging pants and sneakers were to set the pace for the day. My house was trashed and I have a baby shower to throw tomorrow. I had three different stores to make it to with a baby who wanted to go home. (She is teething.) I literally start sweating as I see her move around in her seat. Time is limited before the wails set in, and I'm only at our first stop. Eyes are darting for each aisle for the items on my list. Singing songs that make no sense to a now screaming child works beautifully as a siren for the senior citizens to move out of the way as we are in full-on sprint. I pull a bag of Fruit Loops from my bag that I had forgotten about. Win! The kid is now smiling. No sweat... I've got this. This works for the next two stops. Emma smiles and claps as I continued to throw cereal at her in the back seat all the way home.
We get home and have a little lunch. Then, nap time. Aah nap time. I make a diaper cake and set aside, as it is now time to tackle the house. I start by sweeping up the dog fur, then I begin the moment of truth. I empty each drawer and closet and move it to the center of the room. I sort and pick and clean from the top of the mountain of stuff forgotten all the way to the bottom. Each closet and room clean and organized, I begin to feel a bit important. This is where it all starts spiraling out of control. While giving myself mental high-fives for a job well done, I push the limits outward. Emma is starting to stir, so after a diaper change and a snack, we head upstairs. I have decided that this is the day to completely re-decorate the second floor. Emma chants "mommy" over and over behind me while clapping and dancing as I push furniture and sort toys to make room for an extra craft/play space. About half way done is when I realize that there really are more important things to be getting done. Brett gets home, rolls is eyes at a house upside down, and takes daddy duty, as I frantically push everything into place.
Cupcakes. I have still to make cupcakes for our party tomorrow. My family belly ups to the bar to lick the bowl. I'm calm. I'm collected. I'm tired, but the house is clean and everything is as it should be. Then, Dallas comes inside. He has rolled in something that won't be mentioned, that is now fuming up my clean house! Into the tub the dog goes. Gloves on, I take on a hundred pound pup, who's fur I have just spent the entire day cleaning and is now damp and all over my clean bathroom. One hand on the hose, one hand on the dog, I yell for the cupcakes to be taken out of the oven.
I exit the bathroom with a dog that has had the full spa treatment and a twice cleaned bathroom behind me, to find cupcakes that have not been cooked properly. Apparently, when I asked for the cupcakes to be taken out, I failed to emphasize that they should be done cooking. This is it. This is my funfetti moment. So here I sit, sipping my wine and waiting for round two of funfetti cupcakes to finish cooking so I can turn off my brain that doesn't know my body's abilities at all. We are going to take things easy-peasy this weekend in honor of my broken body.
Have a wonderful weekend!