Welcome to my world. It’s a dark and scary place, no doubt, but step inside my lair…err, mind.
I’ve been neglecting the blog, due to one reason or another, so I thought I’d give you a bit of a perspective of what goes into actually producing a post.
If you give a mom a blog, she’s going to want to write a post for it.
When she sits down to write a post, she’s going to be interrupted by a child wanting help.
Probably with math. Before the sun is even up.
Before Mom can help with math, Mom needs coffee.
Mom goes and pours herself a coffee.
Then Princess asks for help with her math.
Princess decides that the math she did yesterday was COMPLETELY different than the math today, and has a meltdown to rival the Academy Award winners. All of them.
Because Princess has a meltdown, Princess goes to her room to regain her sanity.
When Princess heads upstairs, Mom goes back to trying to get her first cup of coffee.
Having a first cup of coffee in hand, Mom feels ready to write a blog post.
As Mom walks towards the computer, a rancid smell is detected.
What’s that smell? Which baby is it?
Changing of the babies commences.
Throwing diapers in the garbage and washing hands means going into the kitchen again.
Going into the kitchen reminds Mom that she has to figure out supper.
Looking around the kitchen cluelessly, Mom spots teen daughter on her personal email, rather than on her school work.
Mom reminds Diva about her work, performing a spontaneous lecture about future opportunities.
Lecture is derailed by Mom hearing the ominous sounds of splashing in the bathroom. Head off and fish Terror Toddler out of the toilet.
Coming out of the bathroom, catch sight of the basement door. Basement door leads to washer and dryer, and laundry needs to be done.
Throw in a load of laundry.
Wander back upstairs, narrowly missing clunking Cubby with the door.
Scoop up Cubby, pop him into his chair, give him some banana.
Banana. Food. I should eat.
Coffee. Need caffeine more.
Getting the cream out of the fridge, remember that supper still hasn’t been figured out.
Wander over to the deep freezer, and stand there with the door open, gazing blankly inside, waiting for something to start singing and dancing, or even just plain old inspiration to hit.
Grab a package of ground beef. Figure out what to do with it later. You can always do SOMETHING with ground beef.
Pop the meat into the microwave. Mom realizes that she still hasn’t had her coffee. Take a sip, and discover baby asleep in his chair.
Cubby goes into his bed, and Boo is shooed away from bedroom.
Remember the laundry, and step in that direction, but Tazzie wants to read to Mom. Ok, head off for reading. After he’s done, it’s other child’s turn.
Kids ask for snack.
Food. Mom should eat.
Cubby’s wailing in his bed. Get him. Change him. Tell Boo he’s next, and he runs out of the room. Chase him down. Change.
Lunch time. Thankfully, Diva makes lunch.
Nap time. Mom can get some blogging done.
But, after having been up with both babies at night, what’s more valuable, getting a blog post done, or an hour or two of sleep?
Oh, and should have a shower.
Sleep wins out.
Wake up, supper needs to be done. Diva, God bless that child, offers to make pancakes. Yay!
Wolf comes home, and the chaos of DADDY’S HOME! reigns. Even the dog gets involved.
Supper, bath, bed…the last to fall, somewhere around 9pm. Have moments of thinking, “This would be a great blog entry!”
Promptly forget what those are.
Mom heads to bed…remembering the barely started blog post, and promising it’ll be done tomorrow.
Sometime the next am, discover the ground beef in the microwave, bang head against wall. Same day, or even the next, discover the wet load of wash in the washer, and restart the load, promising that it WILL get finished.
Sooner or later, so will a shower. And a blog post.