Not much to say. Having a hard time at the moment.
Matt's back from Matamata, but the school is still 20m or so away for the next week. He's gone a lot (we knew this when he got into it, but the implementation is rougher than I expected). There's a lot to do. and I'm not feeling capable.
Jessica was writing the other day about being an average housekeeper. Yeesh. I don't think I fall into the average area right now. Actually, I thought there aught to be a step between *finding a clean towel and *everything clean one day a week. ***ETA: Upon closer inspection, there is -
"3--The dishes are clean, but stay out of the upstairs bath!" But since anything below 4 makes you a Messie - I guess I'll just happily accept my title. Okay, or not so happily.***
Ahem... coz you can find multiple clean towels here, but they may not be put away. And no, not everything gets cleaned once a week. And certainly not on the same DAY. But I'm better than I used to be.
I've been sewing a bit. Laundering a lot (and thus, hanging out, taking in, and folding -but not putting away too). Cooking meals (however scary corned beef, lentil, rice, pumpkin soup may be. don't judge, I cleared the fridge...). And i've been juggling.
And getting up early.
*Memo to my oldest daughter - "3am is not an acceptable time to get up three days in a row."*
*Memo to my youngest daughter - "It is not okay to puke on mommy at 5am. Coz she can't sleep in wet clothes. Especially when she's wedged between you and Oceana."*
Matt came home a bit ago with a
RockStar energy drink. I'm jealous. Oh, I know those things probably rot you from the inside out, but when you're only getting 5 hours of interrupted sleep a night, a
RockStar starts to look really good with it's promise of 151mg of caffeine per can. Coke has 46mg per 12oz. :D Sounds good to me. Except those rotting insides. But I can only imagine the sleepless night I'd have if I fed Naomi some of that because I had some. And anyways, those warning labels clearly state, "This product is not recommended for children, pregnant or lactating women, or people who are sensitive to caffeine." Eh. The chocolate chip cookies will have to suffice.
On the upside, the thrush *seems* to be gone. Thank goodness, because I couldn't take much more of that! Naomi has not settled down, but maybe it's just a "phase"? Let's hope so, because apparently no one else in the world is as good as Momma - so I've been holding a baby alllll the time!
It's 10pm, my laundry is scatted, my arms are tired, my dishes are dirty, but at least my floor is clean... Oh, as is my 3 year old. The baby - well, we'll work on that one tomorrow. Oh, and my laundry's still on the line, with a chance of rain tomorrow. Crap.
The work ain't finished yet. So byebye...
Matt's back from Matamata, but the school is still 20m or so away for the next week. He's gone a lot (we knew this when he got into it, but the implementation is rougher than I expected). There's a lot to do. and I'm not feeling capable.
Jessica was writing the other day about being an average housekeeper. Yeesh. I don't think I fall into the average area right now. Actually, I thought there aught to be a step between *finding a clean towel and *everything clean one day a week. ***ETA: Upon closer inspection, there is - "3--The dishes are clean, but stay out of the upstairs bath!" But since anything below 4 makes you a Messie - I guess I'll just happily accept my title. Okay, or not so happily.***
Ahem... coz you can find multiple clean towels here, but they may not be put away. And no, not everything gets cleaned once a week. And certainly not on the same DAY. But I'm better than I used to be.
I've been sewing a bit. Laundering a lot (and thus, hanging out, taking in, and folding -but not putting away too). Cooking meals (however scary corned beef, lentil, rice, pumpkin soup may be. don't judge, I cleared the fridge...). And i've been juggling.
And getting up early.
*Memo to my oldest daughter - "3am is not an acceptable time to get up three days in a row."*
*Memo to my youngest daughter - "It is not okay to puke on mommy at 5am. Coz she can't sleep in wet clothes. Especially when she's wedged between you and Oceana."*
Matt came home a bit ago with a RockStar energy drink. I'm jealous. Oh, I know those things probably rot you from the inside out, but when you're only getting 5 hours of interrupted sleep a night, a RockStar starts to look really good with it's promise of 151mg of caffeine per can. Coke has 46mg per 12oz. :D Sounds good to me. Except those rotting insides. But I can only imagine the sleepless night I'd have if I fed Naomi some of that because I had some. And anyways, those warning labels clearly state, "This product is not recommended for children, pregnant or lactating women, or people who are sensitive to caffeine." Eh. The chocolate chip cookies will have to suffice.
On the upside, the thrush *seems* to be gone. Thank goodness, because I couldn't take much more of that! Naomi has not settled down, but maybe it's just a "phase"? Let's hope so, because apparently no one else in the world is as good as Momma - so I've been holding a baby alllll the time!
It's 10pm, my laundry is scatted, my arms are tired, my dishes are dirty, but at least my floor is clean... Oh, as is my 3 year old. The baby - well, we'll work on that one tomorrow. Oh, and my laundry's still on the line, with a chance of rain tomorrow. Crap.
The work ain't finished yet. So byebye...