Today is one of those days that just rocks. The kids are in great moods, I'm in a great mood. Hell, I think the dog is in a great mood (which I know because she didn't leave me any 'presents' in the hall this am). I'm loving me a Tuesday.
I knew I was in mommy/housewife mode when I looked at the clock and saw that it was 9. I woke up at 7:30 and in that hour and a half I: made the beds, picked up the laundry and toys thrown about the house, got dinner started in the good ole' crock pot, made 8 dozen peanut butter cookies, emptied and filled the dishwasher and cleaned both bathrooms. See, I told you I rocked.
Now yesterday was a different story. Classic Monday. It was about 1pm when I finally got dressed. That's also about the time I noticed that Lexie's hair was in her eyes. So, I threw it up into a messy half-pony. Hey, at least she could see! Emmie cried 23 of the 24 available hours in the day. She also spit up more than I fed her, I swear that's how it looked. While searching in the aforementioned laundry piles for a rag, the dog beat me to it and licked up most of the mess. Yuck. Mental note was made: no kisses from Kaya. Dinner was leftovers. Eat at your own risk.
It's amazing how different your days can go when you are a mom. I pretty much do the same thing everyday, but the major difference can be the moods in the house. If Emmie is crying that pretty much means I'm going to be frazzled. It also means Lexie is going to pick that day to learn how to pull her diapers off and fling poo all over her room. But, then Emmie will be smiling, Lexie will actually want to cuddle and I'll be in seventh heaven.
It may seem crazy, and it is, but I love every minute of it. Well, maybe not the minutes spent cleaning bodily waste and fluids up, but you know what I mean.