Who put me in charge of all this? (or: who knew being a mom was a full-time job?)

I know this isn’t going to come as a shock to most of you, but it has taken me years to figure this out. I am a reasonably bright girl, but I kept thinking that someone else was in charge of the daily running of our household. I don’t know who I thought was going to take care of that in our family, but it has finally occured to me that it’s me.

Who knew?

I kept trying to understand why my home wasn’t clean/organized/decorated/laundry done/de-cluttered/did I already mention clean? If I told you what I do all day, it would look like a freakish list of tasks that have been partially completed by someone afflicted with M-ADD (mom attention deficit disorder).  Your day likely looks very much the same.

At this point in my life, I can either be a good homemaker or get something done, but not both on the same day. Or possibly even the same week. It doesn’t even have to be a big ‘something’. Writing this post, as an example, means that I haven’t started the laundry, I have no makeup on and my desk is a mess. And the dishwasher needs to be emptied. And re-loaded. And my bed made.  And books need to be returned to the library. And on any given day, a kid has outgrown some critical piece of clothes (like shoes or something lame). And the patio doors could use a cleaning. And my bathroom. And I need to find a new eye doctor. And respond to some important emails. And find a sitter for tomorrow. Oh, and CHRISTMAS anyone?

Add in working and homeschooling and, well, just remember that next time you pop in for a visit.

I do keep hoping for a nice lady to show up to clean the house, though…and maybe do a load of undies…

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