Thursday, May 5, 2011

Thursday Doldrums

I want to write today.  I intended on writing today.  But I'm feeling uninspired.  And, in my experience, an uninspired writer leads to lackluster writing.  No matter how I try, I can't write a quality post when I don't feel like it.

I had a good day yesterday.  The sun was shining and it was my cleaning day so I got to work scrubbing away winter's residue on the windows and taking down cobwebs on the screens that have been hidden away for so long.  It wasn't extremely warm but I opened the windows anyway and instantly my house smelled fresh.  I love that.

I cleaned the bathroom.  Dusted the main floor.  Including the window blinds.  Vacuumed the area rug and the stairs and under the kitchen table and in all the nooks and crannies.  I mopped the hardwood floors and scrubbed the kitchen floor on my hands and knees.  I paid the bills.  Balanced the checkbook.  Finished three loads of laundry.  Put dinner together.  And I took a shower.  I even blew dry (blow dried?) my hair and ran a flat iron threw it.

After that I still had time to sit in the sun's rays for a half hour and throw around the ball in the backyard with the kiddos.

With my house in order, today's agenda consisted of me and Lucy running some shopping errands for some upcoming birthdays while William was in school.  When William was finished with school we would have our lunch.  Some would take a rest.  Some might go outside to play.  And then I had chicken and veggies on the grill for tonight's dinner menu.

But alas, instead I woke before six bells to the sound of my four-year-old throwing up.  Since then I've been shuffling in and out of his room every ten minutes.  It's noon and we're all still in the clothes we woke up in.  Except the four-year-old who has had a much-needed bath from said sickness.  The washing machine will not get a break today.  And the shopping will not be had.  And I'm not sure chicken on the grill sounds so appetizing anymore.

And that, my dear readers, is the best description of what it is to be a stay-at-home mom.  Or a mom at all.  Just when you think you've got it all together, the gears are greased and running smoothly, those little ones throw a wrench in the whole thing.

So today we'll sit in our comfy clothes and watch too much television and hope that tomorrow brings a better day.

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