By Jenny Wanderscheid
What do you mean that it is the
middle of the week already? I swear, I am about the
most disorganized person in the whole world. I
walked around all morning thinking it was Tuesday.
It was not. It's already Wednesday. I missed a whole
day? Ever get that feeling? Ever feel like you have
so much to do that you can't keep track of anything?
It gets worse the older I get. Now
I know that I did about 17 loads of laundry the
other day. Couldn't have been more than 2 days ago.
This morning, my husband says, "I don't have any
clean socks." How in the heck? Has it been that
long? Is he bringing them to work and giving them to
his friends to wear? I peek down the basement stairs
and gasp at the giant pile of laundry down there
that has obviously been piling up for at least a
week. We have a laundry chute in our bathroom. A
wonderful, convenient device. Only problem? I forget
it's there! I keep hoping the laundry fairy will
grab things as we throw them down the chute and
magically place them neatly folded back into my
drawers. It never happens.
And my desk. HAHAHAHAHA. I am
lucky I can even find my keyboard under the pile of
mail, books, toys, things I took away from the puppy
so she wouldn't chew on, a couple empty popcans and
a baseball and some air freshener, a box of
wipes...hey...who's stuff is this??? I couldn't have
left all of this here?
My kitchen. Ha. solved that
problem. Our doorway between our kitchen and living
room is open, airy and bright. I can see my kitchen
from my desk. Oh gosh, looking at the desk is bad
enough. I went Menards, bought a door and some
hinges, and whew....there's that kitchen problem
solved.
Now, this is just the inside of
the house. Now add in a husband, three kids, two
dogs, one new puppy, a cat and wrestling, boy
scouts, preschool, open houses and pack meetings and
friend's brithday parties and religious education
classes, doctor's appointments and trips to the
grocery store, library, mall, Walmart, and on and on
and on. And that doesn't even include working on the
website!
What was God thinking when he only
gave Moms 24 hours in each day? I think this is the
ultimate proof that He has a delightful sense of
humor. I want to start a petition to God to allow me
an extra 8 hours after my children are safely tucked
in bed. 8 hours to clean, organize, pay bills, take
a shower, get some work done, do laundry before my
husbands feet freeze, actually speak to my husband
without anyone giving me a booger, wanting to show
me something, no one tattling, the works!! Can you
imagine? Oh, and I might even use a couple of those
hours to sleep.
Someday, I swear, I am going to
hire a housekeeper. I already told my husband that
is first on my wish list when we can afford it.
Until that day, please don't laugh when you look at
my desk. And here, sign this...I'll drop it at
church on Sunday. LOL.
About the Author: Jenny is a
30 year old WAHM and the creator of the ChildFun
Family Website. http://www.childfun.com/ She and her
husband Rick are raising their three children in
Southern Minnesota with laughter and love.
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