At least I bathe my kids every day, right?
During bath time tonight, I found sweet potatoes stuck to Rhys' head. No big deal, you say? Kids are messy.....especially babies. Cut yourself some slack, Misty. Except then I realized that the twins didn't eat sweet potatoes today.
I am wearing the same nursing tank that I wore yesterday. Because all of the other ones were dirty. And they are still dirty because I forgot that I started the load of laundry last night, and the wet clothes are still sitting in the washing machine. Except that now they aren't clean because they smell like old, wet clothes. So they need to be washed again.
At least I am wearing pants, right?
This is progress. I should mention that the pants are covered in spit up, dried milk, snot, strawberry pop tart filling, and sweet potatoes (not from today's menu). There is something else on the pants but I'm not sure what. Maybe it's best we don't know.
We had cereal for dinner. AGAIN. I had taken a roast out of the freezer yesterday because I wanted to "wow" Tim with a delicious dinner tonight. He deserved it! He has kindly eaten cereal and grilled cheese sandwiches several times this past
At least it was made from 100% whole grains, right?
My house is a wreck.
I have a stack of bills and mail on the counter and it is growing every day.
There are 6 pair of shoes sitting out in the living room at this very moment.
My refrigerator has a weird smell coming from the veggie bin.
I ate pop tarts for breakfast. And lunch.
I did not do Rhett's therapy with him today.
I am behind on emails and phone calls with friends. (I love you all and promise I am not ignoring you!)
My sheets need to be washed.
My fern is almost dead. (I know, I know, ferns are impossible to kill. I don't think I've watered it since before the twins were born)
There is a mountain of laundry in my room, in the nursery, and in the living room.
Both of my diaper pails are full and I keep trying to cram just one more diaper in. (I am secretly hoping Tim will discover it is full and take the diapers out before I have to.)
I really could go on and on...
I had a comment on my blog a couple weeks ago from someone I don't know. They commented that I seem to "have it all together" and have a "perfect life." I definitely don't have it all together, and though my life is not perfect, I am blessed. I love being a mommy and all that comes with it.
Now, if you will excuse me, I need to shower, start my washing machine, and get tomorrow's pop tarts ready.