There are days folk, just "those" days when you wake up with a vision and a goal, you have a list made before your feet ever hit the floor, and all seems good.
You put a kettle of water on to boil for tea. You flip open the laptop to check email and Facebook for just a second. But you have 15 notices and you have to read every one. And that email needs a reply.
Then, the kids wake. You really lose time here. There are no long sleeve shirts hanging in the closet or they don't want eggs for breakfast even though there isn't another thing in the fridge or pantry to eat.
The phone rings. And rings again. And rings again. One of those calls is a crisis and needs time and attention. Another is an order. Another, a friend who wants to chat and catch up.
Then school. Oh school. Math takes up an entire 2 hours and you both feel like beating your head on the table. Who cares about spelling, handwriting, science, and history at this point?
Husband walks in the door and is expecting lunch. Lunch?? You only ate breakfast an hour ago.
He fixes a salad while the little ones spread peanut butter on the table instead of on the bread.
Daddy leaves and every one is told to "find something to do" Baby needs a nap.
The phone rings.
Again. And they need complicated sewing advice.
Baby is still sleeping and oh, did I mention it was on your lap and if you dare to move, baby wakes up and refuses to go back to sleep and will cry for the next 4 hours straight?
Older child sticks in the 4th movie of the afternoon (really?? Really???)
You look at the Christmas tree and notice that is leaning rather alarmingly forward and an entire strand of lights has burned out.
It's 4:30. Hubby will be home in 20 minutes.
School was never finished.
You forgot to take any kind of meat out of the freezer.
You have a chiropractor appointment at 5:30 and books due at the library.
But you haven't had a shower in 4 days and you can't even find the mascara.
And that load of laundry the you put in the washer last night?
It's still in the washer. Along with the only pair of jeans that fit and your favorite sweater.
But wait, where in the world did that list go?
I think it crawled back into that unmade bed upstairs and is taking a nice long nap.
Maybe until after Christmas.
Does any of this sound familiar?