bookahol

My preferred method of reading is from cover to cover with short interruptions for food and water.  I am not a chapter-a-day kind of person.  Or rather, I am not a willing chapter-a-day person.  I have small children and usually, to my immense frustration, that is just how it works out. Having a Kindle has greatly improved the situation - Baby Boy can cuddle on my lap, slowly waking up and I can read.  When he is older Baby Boy will be a huge coffee drinker but in the meantime he likes 10-15 minutes on Mommy's lap while he adjusts to the waking world.  

Baby Boy is almost 3 now (yeah, he really needs a new blog name) and there are no longer numerous stretches of lap time for feeding and he only needs wake-up cuddles twice a day.  Luckily, there is this device called a television and with it I am able to achieve some more satisfying stretches of reading - the entire length of Cars, Toy Story or Lady and the Tramp if I am lucky.  I try to use this magical device sparingly, but every so often a long awaited book is released or received.  Or it is my birthday week.  Or I'm watching the kids by myself while Hubby is on a trip with his best buddies.  Since all 3 of these things happened last week I felt pretty justified in deploying the television and it's soldiers: PBS, NickJr and DisneyJr.

Alas, my birthday week is over.  Hubby is back from his trip.  I have two Ilona Andrews ebooks left unread but if I redeploy the soldiers now I will face a severe case of The Guilt.  So my bender is over and now I need to be a mature adult and put the books down before my family is forced to stage an intervention.  It is back to a half hour a day of much interrupted reading.  I'm a pretty fast reader so that should be at least a few chapters a day.  Self discipline, I hate you.

hallelujah

After dedicating every free moment of about the last 30 days to it, Husband finally has his car put back together and running. Husband does look hot in his mechanics coveralls and all, but these 30ish days have sucked for both of us! I pray pray pray pray that the next car maintenance occasion is far off...

super powers

I've been surrounded my whole life by moms who make the gig look easy. These amazing woman worked, kept the house clean and the laundry fresh, put delicious dinners on the table and managed all household affairs all the while raising children. I, however, find this nearly impossible and I'm not even working full time. My house has not been top-to-bottom clean to my satisfaction since...ever. If my Grandma had her vision back and could actually see my home she would be appalled...I know she would! And laundry....I swear I did 8-10 loads of laundry last weekend, and no, I did not get it all done. And now there's fresh dirty stuff from this week. Dinners? Not very often. There is, however, a generous amount of take out consumed.

My only solace is a little poem given to me by my mother in law:

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait til tomorrow
for children grow up, I've learned to my sorrow
so quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep

It reminds me that although it sometimes seems intangible, I work my ass off from sunrise to sunset and frequently many hours in between. So maybe I'm just an ok housewife, but I am a good mother...and thats enough.

holy crap!

Little One's big first birthday bash is a week from tomorrow! If you could see my house right now you would know just how completely screwed I am... I've never exactly been the best at housekeeping but since I've gone back to work (even though it's only part time) it's taken a decidedly downhill turn. Not to mention that we never quite finished moving in (2 years ago!) and we still have boxes to unpack...

The good news is I work best on a deadline. And so does Hubby. This will be the push we need to finally get shit done. And when we're done it'll be so nice to finally have the house put together!