Wake up early to the Prince song "1999". Perhaps I should choose a different station for my alarm. Or maybe it's good to wake up to a song that takes me back 20 years and makes me dance into the bathroom.
Put on running clothes.
Meet running partner and discuss crucial topics during one hour of exercise.
Shower and dress and sort HEAPS of laundry. Six people + seven days + one daughter who wears four outfits a day = dirty clothes spilling out of the closet.
Start first load.
Wash hands (don't you after touching other people's underwear?)
Read a chapter in the book of Luke. Pray. Rest my head on the headboard for one second. Read the day's paragraph in my "eating" book. Pray more.
Fold towels from last week's laundry.
Greet early-rising daughters, give hugs.
Wake up sleepy son. Get breakfast.
Challenge daughter to try to go longer than five minutes without saying "Poop" or "Pee" unnecessarily.
Send children off to school in a flurry.
Nurse baby, watch DVR episode of "Oswald" with Bethie.
Keep laundry going.
Haul ladder out of my closet where it's been in the way for over a week since I last worked on taking down ugly wallpaper border. Work on taking down ugly wallpaper border.
Walk Beff across the street to play Pla-Doh with Jacob. Put John down for morning nap. Back to ugly wallpaper border.
Pick up Cayna and Michelle at school. On the way, spot Kevin on the road going the opposite way (his jobsite is 3 miles from our house). He is wearing his Bluetooth. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I HATE those! He doesn't wear it at home probably for fear I'll make fun of him (which I might) - but he wasn't at home.
Make lunch, eat lunch, clean up lunch. Quit eating after lunch. This last part is hard for me.
Baby down for afternoon nap. Girls play. Keep laundry going.
Spend time organizing some church Moms' Group stuff.
Wake baby up from nap to pick up Joe and Megan from school. Drop off Megan.
Home to put away laundry, serve snack, help kids start homework, try not to pull my hair out when everyone starts to have afternoon grumpies.
Make dinner, eat dinner, leave for meeting at Church.
Home. Crash. Another Monday done.
Sweet Dreams.
6 comments:
That is to funny! Do you really do all your laundry in one day??? I was actually thinking of a similar post because my day has been a lot like that but now I'm way to tired after reading yours! I did do 6 loads today and I do laundry all week, I can only imagine how much you had to do!
Whew! I was tired before breakfast. You had a very full day. Tell me you relax on Tuesdays :).
Monday is definitely my hardest day chore-wise. I do do all the laundry on one day. Occasionally I do one or two loads on Friday, but only in desperate situations. If I had to do laundry all week I would go insane. Better be insane only one day a week.
And, yes - Tuesday is much more laid-back. :)
Do you get all the laundry washed, folded, and put away that same day? That's where I struggle, I can get it washed but then it sits and I begin to feel overwhelmed, ahhhhhh! I hate folding, but i hate putting it away even more, I need some inspiration!
I do get it all washed, folded and put away in one day. But before you think I'm miraculous, you should know it takes a toll. Like, I really need to go out for a drink afterwards! (Just kidding!) (Maybe.)
My only little "secret" is that it is literally non-stop ALL day, I don't go anywhere - the baby has to cry sometimes, and I do NOT enjoy it. But it does get done. Other details of my methods are just not interesting.
You sound way too organized and efficient to be a mother with four small children. If I were to do this type of post it would be ' I wandered into the laundry room and forgot what it was I was going to do' "Tried to get laundry done but all five kids started crying at the same time',.. on and on. Me? I have to do laundry every.single.day. That's the fun of sports, my friend! I am only going to buy one pair of underarmour very expensive sports underwear and it must be washed each night. Which means I have to coordinate the white and the darks, or the universe (mine anyway) will implode. So sad.
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