Oi!

I woke up this morning and went "WTF" to myself in regards to the condition of the house. I will never know how in three days my house in it's entirety can go from clean and pretty to a total effing disaster. Anyway, so that was my third or fourth thought of the day. Around 9am I ventured out, grocery list in hand, and made my way to Kroger with both girls in tow. Up until this point, I have gotten away with taking one or the other on big store trips or both if its just a small errand. But today I had an entire list of things we needed and two bright eyed little girls. Almost right after we got there, my sweet Alivia decided to start screaming. Naturally, I whipped out my boob and began nursing her in the sling. A few moments later, she was asleep and Carly and I were able to carry on. She nursed through out the rest of the shopping trip but was covered so no one even knew. An hour or so later, we were in the parking lot unloading the groceries. Both girls were buckled in and content, Carly having convinced me to not only buy Oreos but Caprisun as well and Alivia having just woken up from boob and nap. I felt very accomplished. Ever since Alivia was born, my goal was to get one thing done every day whether its an entire load of laundry, a meal, grocery shopping, or whatever. Right after she was born, I went stir crazy. I am the type of person who hates more than one lazy day. I am constantly doing something. Obviously when I gave birth to my second child, everything took longer and I became overwhelmed with the expectations I placed on myself. So, one goal a day. Totally doable. We get home, Carly immediately wants something to drink and the baby is ready to be out of her carseat. Meanwhile, there are perishable items in the trunk of my van. I make about 10 trips bringing the stuff inside, get Carly a drink, and hold Alivia while I start putting things away. Then comes lunch for all three of us (Alivia is attached to my chest the whole time). Carly wants pizza and a yogurt and I remember that I forgot to eat breakfast so we split a gross Totinos and some vanilla yogurt. Whatever. Its quick and I needed something in my stomach. I debate on whether or not to nap with the kids today, knowing that my house is still a wreck despite the fact that it's noon and to some people not much was accomplished. I decide to lay down with the girls in my bed. I get very irritable when I am tired. Carly brings in her own special pillows and a few of her own babies and lays down on my side of the bed. I take Blakes side. We all get comfy and about 20 minutes later, both kids are asleep. It is not until that point that I can finally relax and close my eyes. Two hours later, we are up and on our way to my husbands office. He and I decide to clean our cars and I tell him that I will vacuum and clean the inside of both our cars if he will clean the outsides. He agrees. Between balancing the kids and cleaning both vehicles, this takes two/three hours. I take the girls home and begin thinking about dinner. While thinking, I have the baby in her sling, Carly watching cartoons, I am folding laundry and answering a few texts. Before I know it, it's 6pm and my husband is home. I hand him the baby after he greets me with a kiss and throw together some leftovers. Then comes bath time. Usually, I do all of this by myself but tonight my honey came home early so I got to designate duties! We put Carly to bed with extra kisses and giggles. I nurse the baby to sleep. Hubby goes downstairs. I stay upstairs to finish the laundry and clean up the kitchen from dinner. I decide to take a nice hot bath to try and rid myself of this headache that started a few hours ago. My house still isn't as clean as I would like it to be... But my kids and husband are happy and I suppose that's more important, haha. Goodnight.