Life is crazy.
The girls are involved in Guides/Brownies on Tuesday evenings, Princess has piano on Wednesdays, The Boy is off to Beavers on Thursdays and Friday is our library night. We are all (except Hubby) singing in our community Christmas Cantata again this year, and the children have been asked to sing at church for Christmas so we're practicing their song, and of course there's homework and chores and piano practice and so forth.
As for myself, in addition to trying to figure out the ins and outs of a new business (every day I learn something new!) I am a unit Guider, the YW secretary for our ward, volunteer in Sweetpea's classroom every Thursday, and am secretary of both the PSSC and Home and School. There's the never-ending laundry pile, the dishes and the cooking and the cleaning, head chauffeur and--OH YEAH--that Christmas thing is looming.
I've been feeling stretched so thin lately. I love everything I do, I'm just still trying to figure out how to do it all, and forgive myself for the many mistakes I make along the way.
This weekend our fridge died (sort of--long story) and I spent most of Monday trying to defrost it and throwing out rotten food. On Tuesday I spent a bunch of time scrubbing it and all of its components before plugging it back in and hoping for the best (it seems to be working again--for now). This while running errands in the village and prepping for our Guide meeting that night. Of course both days I spent lots of time online as well, trying to keep up with pending deliveries/edits/blog posts/galleries.
On Wednesday I got up early to do some business work, got the kids up and off to school,took out the trash, and then did some more work before grabbing a quick shower and loading up to go do a photo shoot in the big city. I also picked up Advent calendars for the kids, filled the car with gas and topped up the windshield washer fluid (which necessitated an emergency stop at the mechanic's when I couldn't find the hood handle--it broke off a couple of years ago and I had forgotten--I had to get them to show me where the little stub was and get the vicegrips out to pop the hood). I got home 10 minutes before the school bus arrived with the realization that I hadn't eaten anything yet that day, so I made myself some toast and peanut butter and flicked on the tv to decompress a little, all while keeping one eye out the window so I could be in the doorway when the bus pulled up.
And then the kids were home. I greeted them with the usual joy and kisses and then sat down to eat my "meal".
That's when Sweetpea snuggled up beside me, looked at me with her big eyes and most serious expression and said:
"So this is what you do all day? Just sit and watch tv? It's probably why you're getting fat."
Laugh or cry?
PS--I asked what she thought Hubby did all day and she said "do work on the computer at his office and go to meetings". {sigh}
