Could the busy bee please fly over to someone else’s house so that we can have a break?!

I’m notoriously bad at being cranky when I’m tired. My husband has learned to ignore anything that I say after 10pm, because it’s usually nasty and said in a mean voice. I hope the Lord doesn’t hold it against me . . . . I’m not coherent when tired. And lately, I’ve been really not nice in the middle of the night. And I blame it on the fact that our kids seem to be having continuous sleep problems. One child has to fall asleep in his swing; then he’s moved to his crib about 3 hours later. Yet if he wakes up in the crib, he can’t fall back to sleep. Such a bad habit we started. He will soon be too big for his swing, and then I’m not sure what we’ll do. Mark suggested that we purchase a hammock . . . πŸ™‚ The other child has never been a good sleeper. I mean NEVER. After a year of being in his grown up bed, we heard a loud clunk during the night. I shot straight up in bed and said “Mark! Ryde fell out of bed!” Mark was still up, so he went in to get him. And Ryder (his mother’s mini-me) was madder than a hornet. He was so upset about being woken up that Mark finally just left him in his room to let him cry himself back to sleep.Thankfully, Ryder doesn’t make much sense in the middle of the night; otherwise, I know he would have been saying mean and nasty things. πŸ™‚ So I’m just letting you all know this so that you know why we’re tired.

And meanwhile, the couch is covered in laundry that needs to be folded and put away. The floors need to be sprayed with stain remover and cleaned. The bathroom is gross. The chair in our room is covered in clothes. And the backyard needs a desperate spring cleaning, fertilizing, etc. And have I mentioned that our Christmas lights are still hanging on the house? Yeah, we’re the worst looking house in the neighborhood . . . and all of this bothers me. Bothers me to no end. Yet I’m just too tired and too busy to deal with it. Nap time is my only time to get anything done, and my youngest only naps for 45 minutes. That’s not a long time when every minute counts. So I pray for a housekeeper . . . πŸ˜‰

If only I had known then what I know now . . . children are a lot of work. Home ownership is a lot of work. I honestly do not enjoy owning a home. I would sell this house in a heartbeat and never buy another. I do love my kids, so they’re a different story. But after 2.5 years into parenting, I’m still amazed at how tired I am and how much there is to do. I envy moms who seem to be organized, clean, and never bothered by things. I’m just hoping to one day not appear to be frazzled or disheveled. πŸ˜‰

One thought on “where’s my housekeeper?

  1. Just a reminder of how much you ARE doing….
    You are tired but…
    You wipe runny noses.
    You comfort criers.
    You plan trips.
    You work a job.
    You clean.
    You are amazing.
    You may not have a clean house. But your kids know they are loved.
    And by the way…the Christmas lights are still on our house. πŸ˜‰ And I had laundry all over the couch today. And I still have some dishes in the sink.

    It's okay not to have it all together…You are still loved. It's hard to remember all that we do when we are exhausted and feel like it amounts to nothing. The physical tasks we have to do in this life feel so repetitious, but the idea that our soul is shaped more by knowing other souls and the struggles common to man. πŸ˜‰ Love ya!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *