Today I went to class with the 14/15 year old girls at church. Our lesson was on time management. Managing my time well is not something that I do. Here are a few ways that this has been brought to my attention over the past few weeks.
1. Kids running around the house before I have pulled myself out of bed
2. Remember my previous post about the kids sleeping with me? The other day Gwen got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and never came back. In the morning when I woke her up from her own bed (yes I was up before her), I asked her why she didn't get back in bed with me. She said, (in an oh so sleepy 4 year old voice) "Oh mom, just look at my room, it's so clean. Your room is just too dirty with things all over the bed and the floor." (Of course I was the one who cleaned the kids rooms after they fell asleep in my bed)
3. In all the weeks that Joey was in SL working, I have sat down at the table to eat with my kids ONE time. Gwen has never looked more confused. She thought that meant Daddy would be coming home to eat with us.
So anyway, we won't talk about the more serious issues at hand, I think this blog gets me in enough trouble with DCFS and other wives and mothers. BUT, when we got home from church today, Joey and I sat down and wrote down both of our roles and responsibilities. I feel like I have a lot more on my plate, at least right now. He feels like he has a lot more to do. Never sit down and do this with your spouse. I think he might not be talking to me now, but I'm not sure because I'm not talking to him. I'm only kidding, although it does make one super defensive. He compromised in the end by saying that we are "equal but separate". Of course, I know he doesn't really think that, but I can pretend if it means we don't have to live "together but alone" for the next few days.
I really have nothing to say....I am just typing up a schedule for myself and it got to be too much work.
But while I have your attention, I have a few things I would like to discuss.
1. Gwen said a super naughty word the other day. In my book, the naughtiest word you can say. Even as a fourth grader I knew as I was saying it that it was the naughtiest word I could ever utter aloud. We were in the car and Joey was driving. Both our jaws dropped to the floor. Lucky for me, Joey is a good teacher and took right over. Problem solved. So today the kids and I are alone in the car and Gwen says her super naughty word again. On purpose.
So my question is, why is being naughty so cool? I can already see her future. She's going to ignore all the nice decent boys who like her and decide that the boy with long hair and tattoos in her art class is the only one for her. Oh dear.
2. Max is starting to use everything as weapon against his sister. Yesterday he found a screwdriver. She didn't love that.
3. I guess that is all...I can hear the time management police coming down the stairs... just kidding Joey.
How old were you when naughty things quit being cool? (liking the bad boys, saying bad things to be funny, etc.)
How do you fit 3 meals, a clean house, and a happy husband and kids into 24 hours?
When do you have time to read?