Today I crossed two things off of my to-do list; my to-do list had fifteen things on it. Most of the time I love being a stay at home mom, but there are days like today when I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.
The day began with such promise. I had the van this morning, so I bought a few groceries and managed to get home well before lunch. I sent off an e-mail for Jonathan and fed the kids lunch. But it all went down hill after Jonathan left for his second job.
Playing outside, the cheesedoodle found the wagon, filled with rain water from yesterday, and immediately climbed into it. What water he didn’t splash out was absorbed into his diaper. At the same time the mackerdoodle, clad in shorts and her rubber boots (you might be a redneck if . . .) was jumping up and down in puddles. She slipped and landed full bodied into the mud. They both played for another 45 minutes, only compounding the mess.
While the cheesedoodle was in the bath, the mackerdoodle spilled sweet tea all over my couch. While the mackerdoodle was in the tub, the cheesedoodle threw a roll of toilet paper and a package of wipes into the tub, then fell asleep at 5 pm. While I was talking to my parents about our up coming move the mackerdoodle toilet papered the living room. Because of his long nap, the cheesedoodle didn’t fall asleep until 9:45 this evening, and now I’m blogging about it all.
And yet, a bad day of SAHMing is still better than a good day of infertility. I wonder what tomorrow will bring? Apart from the rest of my to-do list, of course.