Sunday, February 19, 2012

the grey area

The weekend.
Used to be filled with social outings, friends, drinks, crazy times, and sleep. Oh precious sleep....

Now the weekend is usually filled with laundry, cooking, cleaning and the kids and an occasional friend or social outing that is followed by an early morning rising with one of the above mentioned kids.

This was my facebook post today:

Homemade bread rising. Pie baking. 5 loads of laundry done. Who knows how many loads of laundry left. Dishes done. Floor swept. Cinderella Watched. One sof-y (which means the softest blanket in the house) finally found, which resulted in. One lil one with a fever tucked in and napping. One lil one doing his homework. =Just another Sunday!

I saw this today and just fell in love.


My facebook status could have said this:
Woke up at 6:45. One lil one puked on my bed. Changed sheets. Stepped on lego, cried outloud, which was hidden  under the 89 loads of laundry. Washed sheets. Dried mud flying everywhere when one boot dropped on kitchen floor. Swept floor. Didn't mop despite the dried fruit loop stuck to the floor that didn't move in the above mentioned sweeping. 5 loads of laundry done. 84 loads left. None of which will get put away and will remain on the back of the couch for a week due to One sleeping slightly feverish kid in one room and One sleeping night working husband in the other room. One little one doing homework that said sleeping husband was suppose to do with little one Friday when there was no school. (and lets just insert here that said husband could have done a little something around the house as well on those days off, just saying). Cinderella watched to keep above mentioned little ones quiet for 2 seconds so I can breath. Pie baking. Which really meant opening a pre made pie crust, pushing it into the pan and loading it with premade pie filling. No shower.  Dishes done because Cohen washed them. Homemade Bread Rising because I'm a little crazy.

It is 2:25.
The day is young.

Now today is far from perfect but I try
(and by all means sometimes it is really hard and sometimes I fail miserably)
but I try to
and remember
the high points. 

There is no free pass in life.

There is no "easy" button
(no matter how much I wish there was one sometimes!)

This IS life.

The only way out is through
and I am not going out without a fight!

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