While my children were napping, I

took a small nap,
ate ice cream,
put the laundry in the washer,
put the laundry in the dryer,
started packing for Island Park tomorrow,
cleaned the bathroom,
put the dishes away,
and wrote this blog post.

Good intentions

James was at school all day yesterday and I was pretty worn out so I intended to get to bed at 10pm. Edin was so cute and I was putting him to bed alone so he didn't go down until 9:20, just a few minutes before James got home. At about 10, I'm on the pot and I hear Edin come running to his door yelling for daddy. Next thing I know, this chunky wet creature comes into the bathroom pretending to be Edin. It is Edin but he threw up big time. Ah sick! James hauls Edin's bedding into the bathroom and I cleaned up Edin. I had to give him a bath and change his clothes.

This is where I show a little anger. I dont' have a washer and dryer so the only thing to do is go to the laundry building at 10:30 and wash all of Edin's things...sigh. There goes my na-night plans. Instead of 10, I get to bed at 12:30a. And to add insult to injury, James had to be at school at 7:30a. The shower woke Edin and I had to get up with him. Thus this post coming to you before the sun is up. Okay, it's up, but I don't want to be. Sigh, it's going to be a long day.

I'm not laughing

Last week, the day James and I were leaving to go to Park city, I spent most of the morning cleaning my house. My mom was staying the night so I didn't want her to have to hang out in my clutter. I cleaned up the living, did the dishes, swept, mopped, cleaned off the counters AND table, cleaned up my room (hardly ever happens,) cleaned Lizzie's AND Edin's room and might have even cleaned the bathroom. I spent a lot of time in Edin's room because it really needed it. I got rid of a bunch of toys that are worthless and organized what was left. I put like toys together this time, which doesn't happen all the time because they just get dumped out and then it takes forever to put them all away again. Plus, Edin can't put them away in "like bins" when he helps. So basically I went all out for this cleaning. Then we put him down for a nap so he'd be well rested for my mom.

This is what I walk into after his "nap."

These pictures do nothing to depict the horror I felt.


And then I had to clean it all up. I looks so nice like this. Everything fits into these bins.


There goes Lizzie to destroy my handy work.

Ugly day

I'm a woman, I think it's pretty normal so I'm not afraid to say it. Today was an "ugly day." I didn't get a chance to do my hair before it air dried and was hopeless. I just wanted to be comfortable so I wore "boy shorts" with the big pockets on the side. Kind of like carpenter pants but they are actually made for girls. They really added to my ugly look today. Finally at the end of the day I looked in the mirror with my mousy hair and my pajama shirt accidentally tucked in my hiked up pajama pants and thought "How does James ever find me attractive? Yikes!" I even told him I thought this but but he lovingly told me he's attracted to me no matter what. And that if my pants weren't hiked up so high it wouldn't be so bad.

I guess that's why I get my hair cut so often. When I get complacent about styling it I have to cut it to motivate me to do it in the morning. Hopefully I don't let myself have any more ugly days this week. I just don't think my self-esteem can take it. I hope this isn't too much to ask but can you guys send me some uplifting words? I guess I'm not just feeling down because of my looks today. "Thank you hormones. I hate your stinking guts." Thanks y'all.