What exactly has happened to me? That is the question I sit here pondering, in my messy house, with my dirty children. Once upon a time I could have every person in this house bathed, dressed, and fed before 8 in the morning. I was on top of things. We'd start the morning with the dishes and straightening. My children knew that what we got out we put away before the next toy emerged and dinner was always done by the time Cory got home from work (well ok not always but even Super Mom has her kryptonite right!).
Since Mason has come home chaos has reigned supreme. I've been told often enough to cherish these years (and I do) and to not worry about the little stuff (I try), but I still find myself wondering how on earth we went from one day of laundry a week to one load of laundry every other day? And how is it that our family, that only expanded by one little mouth, now suddenly requires me to do 2 loads of dishes a day? I thought all Mason was using were a few bottles a day? Perhaps he sneaks the occasional midnight snack?? And what of those amazing kids who put away those toys...where did they go? I've knicked my foot 3 times on the same hotwheel track that I am honestly starting to believe is putting ITSELF in the middle of my living room floor.
So today I'm wondering where she went, that super mom, and wondering if she plans on returning any time soon. My house sure could use a visit from her, but on the bright side we are all dressed, and everyone is fed and happy. Perhaps that is what I should focus on until she gets here!