http://sierracres.ca/programs/ 03/ 16/ 2017
go to link Every time Cory goes out of town for work I tell myself I’m going to be productive.
Every. Single. Time.
I’m going to use all that extra time scrubbing the house, organizing every drawer, closet and storage space. I’m going to go to bed early and get so much sleep I won’t know what to do with all that extra energy. Just kidding, I do. I’m going to clean and organize and finally clear the space at the foot of our bed that really likes collecting socks and laundry baskets.
But here I am. Four days in to this week long trip with folded laundry lined up on my couch and a linen closet that needs to be organized like woah.
The thing is, when Cory’s not here, I don’t go to bed until 1-ish. I’m not doing anything special or productive. I just stay up because I can. But no good comes from staying up too late looking at pictures of my babies when they were babies. It doesn’t make morning easier and it definitely doesn’t give me the energy I need to tackle that LET’S DO IT!!! list I keep adding to.
It doesn’t help that the weather has been absolutely gorgeous so the kids and I spend most of our days outside. They’re still a little too young to play outside by themselves, so I have to be there to supervise. This is when having a kitchen located in the back of the house with a window overlooking the backyard would come in handy. Think of how many dishes I could wash! Think of how many drawers would be organized! Think of how amazing I would be if only I had a kitchen with a window overlooking my backyard!
So then I get distracted thinking of every possible way I can completely rearrange my house to make that dream a reality. I’ve spent more time drawing sketches of a remodel that’s never going to happen than I have putting away all the laundry I’ve folded. Is there someone out there who will put my laundry away? I don’t mind washing. I don’t even mind folding, but taking those extra three minutes to put it all away is like pulling teeth.
ugggghhhhhhh. I have to go now. Jude is growling at me and demanding we make art. I swear cutting my kids off from the TV has made them as feral as it has creative.