Let's start with today's events before traveling back in time to where my memories are fading and overly embellished (we'll call that January).
After spending 5 hours dropping off kids at school and entertaining the other 2 with several stops at playgrounds, I ran into the house dashing to the bathroom. More importantly, I noticed the rampant clutter that plagues every corner, wall, crevice of my home. I'm in recovery from my shophoardaholic days, so don't dwell on that. Anyway, before the toddlers had time to scream for milk, toys, or TV I ran into the kitchen to clear the cereal bowls from breakfast.
I'll stop here and mention that I do actually cook breakfast from time to time, but a new box of Honey Nut Cheerios had entered the house and it's convenient to just pour milk. Quit judging. The Coco Puffs are gone.
I grab two bowls and dump the leftover milk and cereal into the garbage. Wait! Stop. Seriously. Just...well sh*t.
That's a laundry basket, not the garbage can.
There went my cute new flats. Roll of paper towels. Time I could have spent surfing Facebook. Mopped floor. Buh bye efficient and sane mother.
Now fade back to the beginning of the year. The picture is a little fuzzy, but still you can see the picture. Genius (that's Jon) decided he needed a different position. What does this entail? Well, longer hours. No pay raise because it's a lateral move. More physical work. More responsibility. Go back to the no pay raise part. Yeah, there it is ^^^.
So that's my life. Smile and be supportive as the husband takes on 2 or 3 hours longer away from home to work harder. By choice. I know he's happier, so I'm happy in that aspect. But, I'm friggin exhausted.
Exhausted enough to pour milk and cereal into my laundry basket.
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