In my fantasies...
...I have a well balanced meal on the table every night at 5:30.
But really, the family is lucky if there are frozen chicken nuggets and french fries ready before 7:00.
...we all sit around the table to eat and share stories about our day.
But really, Garrett states nine thousand times that he's soooo hungry, then proceeds to refuse every morsel of food, and goes off to pout in the living room. Laura attempts to make up for Garrett's nonsense by repeatedly announcing, "This is DE-WICIOUS!", which makes Garrett mad, and then he is sent away, screaming, for a time-out in his room.
...I cook homemade breakfast for my family every morning at 7:00.
But really, the children have a rotating choice of frozen waffles, poptarts, or sugary cereal.
...I play at least three games with my children each morning.
But really, I spend the entire morning doing dishes, laundry, and ordering the kids to GO PLAY!!!
...I do at least one craft with my children each afternoon.
But really, I usually just fold after the kids have begged for watercolors for 4 hours straight, and let them make the most humongous mess in the world while I sit down and read some blogs.
...the kids get a bath every evening at 7:00.
But really, it's more like every three or four days, and sometimes I just wash their dirty feet in the sink.
...there is no paperwork stacked on my kitchen counter.
But really, there is an 18 inch tall mountain of crap I needed to sort through three weeks ago.
...I don't need anti-anxiety meds to make it through the day.
But really, I do. Enough said.
...my kids nap every afternoon, and I use that time to faithfully read and comment on blogs.
But really, nobody around here is taking naps, except me when I fall asleep on the couch while the kids make one of their very creative messes in the kitchen. My blog reading is practically non existent and Bloglines are glaring at me with all of their "un-reads".
...the laundry is always caught up.
But really, I bought Garrett and Laura new underwear and socks recently, because I was so behind, nobody had any clean to wear. I knew I'd get to Walmart before I'd get the laundry done.
...I get dressed and put on at least a little lip gloss and mascara each morning.
But really, I'm usually still in pajama pants and a tank top by the time my husband is home from work. And what is mascara? I do not remember.
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I'm not depressed. Really. I'm just frustrated with my lack of routine, my lack of self-discipline. Friends will say, "Oh, you have the perfect little life, with your nice husband, your boy and girl, your cute little house. You're just so ORGANIZED." Ha! I have apparently perfected fooling the masses. My day to day life is a lazy, tired, unorganized mess. Utter chaos.
Is this what life is like with young kids, or do I have hope of SOMEDAY getting it together?
...I have a well balanced meal on the table every night at 5:30.
But really, the family is lucky if there are frozen chicken nuggets and french fries ready before 7:00.
...we all sit around the table to eat and share stories about our day.
But really, Garrett states nine thousand times that he's soooo hungry, then proceeds to refuse every morsel of food, and goes off to pout in the living room. Laura attempts to make up for Garrett's nonsense by repeatedly announcing, "This is DE-WICIOUS!", which makes Garrett mad, and then he is sent away, screaming, for a time-out in his room.
...I cook homemade breakfast for my family every morning at 7:00.
But really, the children have a rotating choice of frozen waffles, poptarts, or sugary cereal.
...I play at least three games with my children each morning.
But really, I spend the entire morning doing dishes, laundry, and ordering the kids to GO PLAY!!!
...I do at least one craft with my children each afternoon.
But really, I usually just fold after the kids have begged for watercolors for 4 hours straight, and let them make the most humongous mess in the world while I sit down and read some blogs.
...the kids get a bath every evening at 7:00.
But really, it's more like every three or four days, and sometimes I just wash their dirty feet in the sink.
...there is no paperwork stacked on my kitchen counter.
But really, there is an 18 inch tall mountain of crap I needed to sort through three weeks ago.
...I don't need anti-anxiety meds to make it through the day.
But really, I do. Enough said.
...my kids nap every afternoon, and I use that time to faithfully read and comment on blogs.
But really, nobody around here is taking naps, except me when I fall asleep on the couch while the kids make one of their very creative messes in the kitchen. My blog reading is practically non existent and Bloglines are glaring at me with all of their "un-reads".
...the laundry is always caught up.
But really, I bought Garrett and Laura new underwear and socks recently, because I was so behind, nobody had any clean to wear. I knew I'd get to Walmart before I'd get the laundry done.
...I get dressed and put on at least a little lip gloss and mascara each morning.
But really, I'm usually still in pajama pants and a tank top by the time my husband is home from work. And what is mascara? I do not remember.
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I'm not depressed. Really. I'm just frustrated with my lack of routine, my lack of self-discipline. Friends will say, "Oh, you have the perfect little life, with your nice husband, your boy and girl, your cute little house. You're just so ORGANIZED." Ha! I have apparently perfected fooling the masses. My day to day life is a lazy, tired, unorganized mess. Utter chaos.
Is this what life is like with young kids, or do I have hope of SOMEDAY getting it together?
Labels: How not to parent, Stay at home motherhood
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