Wake Up In The Morning

Feelin' like P. Diddy.

Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm here to hit this city.

What does that even mean??? Feelin' like P. Diddy.

Like, hungover and crazy?

I don't really know. But I'm neither hungover nor... Ok. I am crazy. I'll give you that one.

But more importantly, why do I have Ke$ha in my head first thing in the morning. I can't even see straight yet. And that's the truth.

Oh my. Do you want to know something awful? Like, terrible and horrible and.... awful?

I am out of coffee. And creamer. And any other source of caffeine. This cannot be a good start to the day. Especially because I have a million, bajillion things to do today.

In between Preschool and Dance, I have to figure out how to both clean my entire house top to bottom AND write at least four chapters today AND take care of kidlets AND work on the laundry. Although, ahem.... I might push the laundry one day.

Except that I have so much of it I don't even know what to do with myself.

And I just have this feeling, it's going to be one of those days Zach comes home and he's like, uh... I don't have any underwear and I'll be like, um, sorry? How bad can Au Natural be anyways, right????

Just kidding!



But we're going to have to cross that bridge when we come to it, because I just decided, no laundry today. Woot. It makes me feel better already.


I might push the house cleaning too. Like, not the whole house cleaning, but I'll convince myself to do one room a day this week and that I'll really scrub down each and every surface.

Zach turned our computer room into an actual computer room this weekend, but it's also where all of the kids' games and books and puzzles are and the room is looking majorlyl out of control.

So hopefully, I mean, seriously, hopefully, I'll start with this one!

If I ever start making real money at writing, like enough that my family has everything they need, and everything is paid for and I am getting consistent eye brow waxes and pedicures (That's my definition of Made It, trust me.) then I am for sure paying someone to clean my house.

For. Sure.

And this is all very, very hypothetical and probably will never happen.

But I hate cleaning my house.

I used to love it, and I used to be SUPER anal about it and think that no one would do a better job than me and that it doesn't take me that long and blah blah blah. But recently I've come to the conclusion that I hate cleaning my house and I can throw anal out the window and truthfully, I would rather dedicate that "working" time to my children. I'm not going to die, get to heaven and say to St. Peter, Man, I really wish I would have spent more time cleaning my house....


Not going to happen.

But I will for sure wish I spent more time with my kidets.

At the same time I can't have the house turning into an episode of Hoarders Worst 10 Houses either... So Cleaning it I suppose is a necessary evil.

Until like I said, I can tick of the To Pay For list and there is money left over.

That will be the day. Oh. My.

Ok, time to get ready for preschool. I'm always amazed that even my children hate Mondays. It's like part of Human DNA to loathe getting ready Monday Mornings I believe.


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1 comment:

  1. I use to have to argue with my husband about needing a maid. I work full time and on top of that, my husband goes to grad school full time as well as works full time. I use to complain that I needed time to PLAY with my kids when I was home.

    So finally, after much nagging, my husband concluded that maid service was probably cheaper then marriage counseling :) I love the peace of mind that they come and do everything every two weeks. I love it so much I use the "stove is too clean to use it" excuse to not have to cook that night...