2.) Finding the balance. How do you manage?
OMG! That is the $64,000 question I would like to ask every Mom in America and beyond! I really have no clue! Somehow things, important things, I mean the really really REALLY important things, such as paying the mortgage and the electric, feeding the baby, remembering to put on clothes before I leave the house, (sometimes it’s pj’s & slippers, but I’m still clothed!) but those things get done. But “Balance”??? Are you kidding me?! I’ve lost more articles of clothing since my son was born than this family owns! Laundry is piling up and the avalanche is threatening life and limb whenever I get close to the washer. I can’t ever find all the matching bottles and nipples at the same time. (I really don’t know how that one happens.) My van is constantly on “E” no matter how many times I fill up and despite the fact that I really don’t actually drive anywhere. Go figure that one! I get no time to do anything because Monkey Toes is in his clingy-to-Mom stage and he’s been sick lately too, so that adds to the stress.
So, the house is a disaster (and of course, as I write this, he’s waking up, so I get to finish this at a later time.) and do all you Organized Moms out there really sweep/vacuum every day?! Really? (the jury’s still out with me on the whole wood floor vs. carpeting debate, but that’s another blogging subject.) And how about the dust? No matter what I do, the dust is horrendous! I’ll dust a room and ten minutes later, it seems, it’s thick enough to write in it. And don’t get me started about the pet hair everywhere! We have such the zoo here in our home; a turtle, dogs, fish, dust bunnies… yes, I put dust bunnies under the category of pets. They’re around so much, we may as well keep them as such. Soon we may even give the bigger ones names. But I digress…
Mail. I’d like to talk about mail. How do you keep up with the mail? It comes every day and it piles up as bad as the laundry does. I need a system that works. I’ve tried so many, but nothing seems to stick. I don’t know if it’s me or the systems I’ve tried, but I’m about at my wits end with the paper parade. My shredder’s on strike and if we knew how to find time to burn the excess paper, we wouldn’t be in all this mess in the first place.
|"I'll hug him and love him and squeeze him and I'll call him George."|
Oh, hire one of those professional organizer people, you say? Yeah, right. I’ll just pull that money outta my butt, shall I? I’ll make you a deal, you pay for it, and I’ll give one of them a call, hmmm? Nah, didn’t think so.