And I just sat down for the first time since leaving work.
When we got home, the girls and I played in the yard.
Then I cooked dinner. While packing the snacks and whatnot for the girls to take tomorrow.
We ate.
I cleaned it up and started the dishwasher. Thank god I have a dishwasher.
It was my night for bathes, so there ya go.
Was able to squeeze in a 35 minute superfast hike on some steep trails with the stupid dog.
Put Evie down. Technically I was sitting for this process, AND watching a show of my choice, but the fact that I had an angry child on me the whole time negates any benefit from sitting and watching the show.
Folded and put away the laundry that I had started at some point during all of this.
Put away the dishes from the dishwasher. And prepped all off my shit for tomorrow. Getting the coffee ground and ready to go so I can just push a button and other mindless, but necessary tasks.
And. Sat. Down.
And up, and down, and up, and down while the girls play peek a boo with the curtain, can't get the stupid doll's outfit to snap, new batteries needed in the music thing all the while feeling obligated to come do this stupid post. This blog is usually an outlet for me and brings me some sanity. Tonight I simply resent doing the thing. But these are the days that I need to memorialize. Cause I'm gonna miss them when they're gone. Yeah, right.
First off: I just found your blog, and I love it. You say what's in my head most of the time, complete with profanity (albeit a bit less than I normally use, which can be a good thing).
ReplyDeleteSecond: how old are your girls? My son and daughter are 3.5 (Nov of 06) and 15 months today - it's nice to know there are others with similarly spaced children going through similarly hellish days.
Cheers!
Thanks! I'm glad that you've enjoyed the blog. Layla turned 3 in March and Evie turned a year in March as well. It's good much of the time, but as you know, it can be insane nearly all of the time.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what the hell we were thinking.