I really should be in bed, I wrote this poem instead.
I really should be in bed,
I need to rest my weary head.
I have laundry and dishes to do.
but I'm on strike it's true!.
I didn't know it then,
All the responsibilities on my end
Being a wife and mother,
Sometimes I don't know why I bother.
As I finish and hang up my broom,
The mess is back in the room!
Okay, I give up, live like a pig,
when we want something we'll just dig!
If I don't do everything I need to do as soon as I get home from work or right after dinner, I just can't get it done. I decided to watch TV tonight instead. I have another full day of teaching tomorrow and then I have to come home to the mess. How do you train or retrain your family to pitch in?
Sorry, I just read this back and I sound so
whinny and blue. Sometimes I just get so overwhelmed with all the responsibilities I have. Someone last week said to me that I always look so put together. All I could think of was she was nuts!! Sometimes I wonder if everyone thinks I am a scatterbrain. I certainly don't feel together. I would love to be this organized woman, with a constant clean house, no laundry waiting to be done and extra presents wrapped in the cupboard just waiting for an invitation to a party.
I think, I'll stop this rambling (and put all of you out of your misery) and go to bed.
On a happy note, Noah told me I was the bestest mommy. They always know how to make you smile.