Lazy Day Thoughts

Jeromy's gone on business, not that that makes a whole lot of difference during the day, but he was gone ALL weekend. It's cold and dreary outside. My baby is in bed. We're all recovering from a cold. I had toast and hot cocoa for breakfast. I'm still in my pajamas.

There's your update.

I feel like being lazy. I get this way. A lot. When I'm lonely, bored, introspective, or whatever. So I thought maybe if I write about it, I'll feel the same way I felt last night: like this week I was finally going to be super mom and get tons of stuff done.

I stayed home from church with my baby yesterday cuz I felt like crap (who took the girls then? My father-in-law! Awesome!!). You know, it's not that easy to get 3 kids bathed and dressed when you've got a slight fever. Jacob let me have a nap while the girls were away, and I felt soooooo much better. So by last night, I thought I could conquer more. Why not get all the laundry done tomorrow? While I'm at it, I'll actually make the girls' beds. Oh, and I should probably wash Jacob's sheets cuz I can't remember the last time I did. And then I'll do a fun project with the kids, take them to the library, inventory my food storage using a cool new thing I found online, organize my plethora of boxes of craft materials that have been waiting for me to do that for 8 months, eat at Arctic Circle for dinner... oh ya, don't forget to do the hard version of my exercise tapes (no skimping today!) and shower. And maybe put the Christmas decorations away?

What was I thinking?!?!?!?! That's what I call the Sunday Night Recipe For Disaster. Sunday's I finally get a little time for myself to reflect, etc. and I think the next week is going to be so much better. I get all these ideas in my head. By Monday morning, I'm a bump on a log that has come to reality. This happens all. the. time.

New update: While writing this post, the girls interrupted me with whining and fighting, I exploded on them, and charged them to go upstairs to start the laundry (it used to be a fun game for them, not sure after today). And now my baby is up, after only an hour nap. So much for a cheerful, productive day.

Now I'm afraid to go upstairs and face the kids and the chores. I can still feel anger bubbling underneath the surface (mostly because they're not gathering laundry like asked, they are playing in the toy room). Maybe they'll let me ignore them a little longer so I can take a shower. That'll make me feel better, I think. And I think it's safe to say I can take this ONE day off for exercising. Maybe. I am sick, after all. Kind of.

Ok, now Audrey is in a serious rage and taking it out on Kierra. Time to intervene.

Yup, for the good of all, Mommy is going to take a shower and restart her day!