The Cleaning Lady...

Anyone who knows me knows how much I hate to clean. HATE it. I have a couple of friends who actually enjoy cleaning, and I wish I had their knack for organization, and motivation. But I don't, and I don't think I ever will. I have come to terms with that. Sometimes I wish my husband loved to clean so it would get done happily... but nope. He hates to clean too. I've seen him sweep one time since we got married almost 3 years ago. And vacuum once too. But I can't hop on the "blame my husband" train because he works 12 hour days and the last last LAST thing he should be worried about is coming home and cleaning. That is just how I feel, personally. But it still stinks and I hate it. But it has to get done.
So I made a handy dandy schedule.

I am hoping this is helpful. It's basically a "things that need to get done during nap time" schedule. And it all really rests on what mood Luke is in while Anthony sleeps. I am glad that Anthony actually has a predictable 2 hour nap during the day though. It is just hard not to relax during those 2 hours. It will be even harder once Project Runway starts up again...

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Dinner time???

So for once in my life, I was so excited to have a nice dinner ready by the time Ian got home. He told me he would be home at 5pm. I called him at 5:30 and found out he stopped somewhere to pick something up that he was looking for on craigslist. The following conversation happened: "Where are you?" "Picking up that vcr/dvd player we talked about." "What?!?! WHY!!! DINNER HAS BEEN READY SINCE 5!" "Well, it is 5 mins away from work so I figured it would -make sense to just get it now." "Ugh , well now dinner is cold" "You guys can eat without me if you want" "No. Are you kidding me? I did this for you! We aren't eating without you!" "Ok, so what do you want to do?" "What do you mean 'what do I want to do?' I JUST WANNA BE MAD ABOUT IT!!!" *I laugh because as I yelled that last part, I caught wind of my complete irrationality.* "hahahaha, ok well you can do that. OR...

Losing Weight In Real Life

Ya'll I need to lose weight. I feel awful. I am currently sitting at a weight that I have only been while pregnant. And no, I am definitely not pregnant. See, I have been battling to manage my anxiety. Unfortunately one of the side effects of my medication is weight gain. I am also attempting to wean my daughter, which is also contributing to things. Between those 2 things and my love of junk food, I have gained 30lbs. In the last 3-4 months. 30. pounds. I never understood why women are so weird about sharing their ages or weights, so for good measure and the sake of transparency here it is. I am 32 years old and weigh 194lbs. To be clear, this is not about how I look. It really isn't. I don't love how my clothes (don't really) fit, but this is more about how I feel than anything else. Here was the last straw: 2 days ago, I sprained my neck carrying laundry up the stairs. Yep! Injured myself while doing housework. My body is freaking ...

Tough day... sweet moment.

I have figured out the pattern. 3 weeks out of the month Anthony listens relatively well. Then there is the 1 week where he decides to test everything he has ever been told. I actually questioned if he had some kind of hearing impairment because I have been talking to the air. Nothing registers in his mind unless I throw in the word 'popsicle' or mention watching the movie "Cars". Needless to say, this week has been one of those weeks. With the Lord's help I have had a grip on my patience and tone of voice - although I have screamed in a pillow more than once. Tonight, at the suggestion of a seasoned mommy-friend, I decided to put the boys to bed a half hour earlier than usual. This of course did not go over too smoothly and I ended up laying in bed with my 2 year old, rubbing his back and watching his little eyes grow heavy. (While silently hoping the giggles and squeals from my almost-one year old did not keep him from dreamland for too much longer.) As I ...

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