Mothering Many

This goad is for myself. And I am also going to use it to remind myself that if I get nothing else done today, I will still have moved a mountain. Here’s what that couch of mine currently looks like:

Now, I don’t imagine cleaning that will turn my place in to one of those luxury hotel rooms, but it will make it look considerable better, particularly if I can convince myself to splurge on one of those 8×10 rugs I’ve been looking at. Sigh. No, I still want to rip this carpet up and replace it. Yes, I do. Because, the room is 12×26, and …yeah, new floor. Seriously. Then one of those rugs so we have a cushy place to lay on the floor.

And by it, I still mean the mess of stuff that still resides on my couch. It is huge, it is mammoth, it looks like a Colonix experiment gone horribly, horribly wrong. But I am putting that couch on notice:

Stuff, I am off tomorrow, so you be sure and enjoy your last night curled up sleeping on my couch. Tomorrow, I am coming after you. You, and also the laundry.

Also, a laundress and a vacuum runner. And a duster and toilet scrubber. Oh, wait, that’s me, isn’t it? Yeah, I am still kvetching about how I am supposed to get everything done. The working, the shopping, the teaching, the lesson planning, the sleeping, the showering. I’m toying with a couple of ideas: I can do some major cooking on my days off and have plan-overs on other days. I can also do more crockpot meals, like the one I did today. In fact, I bought a new crockpot recipe book yesterday with that in mind.

More than cooking though, I need time to do the grocery shopping. Since my mom watches the children while I work, I feel like I have to get home right away. And on my days off, I want to stay home, not go to the grocery store, yk? Too bad I don’t have a magical Fruit hammock that replenishes itself. Cause at the rate I am not going to the store, fresh fruit is a non-food item around here.

Of course, seeing those bananas resting so peacefully in that hammock reminds me of something else I need. Sleep. Don’t they look so …well rested? Like no dark circles under their non-existent eyes and stuff? And I am also pretty sure they didn’t brew a pot of coffee just to get themselves through cleaning of a dresser top and the kids bedtime routines, either. Yawn.

PS: I am making lasagna on Saturday. I huge one. Like in a turkey roasting pan. I made the shopping list tonight. I’ll get the stuff after work on Saturday when not-my-mom is watching the kids. And I will still feel compelled to hurry.