I would love to pretend I was some organized, neat, person who is good with the whole time management thing and colors in the lines more times than not. I would also like to pretend that I have a very clean house and a schedule in place with chunks of “free” time here and there.
I would love to.
But I can’t.
Not even for one second.
I am typically very busy, so when I have down time I. Enjoy. Every. Second. Of. It.
There is no exact schedule for me. I have tried to maintain one before, and it just doesn’t work for me. They just never work out.Plus, I don’t like the feeling of being restricted by a piece of paper. I guess I’m just a rebel like that.
I just sort of make mental notes of any major things going on that day and plan for them. like if we need bread for lunch, then I need to start bread by 9:30. Or, if we need to go shopping that day, I need to prep some snack at a free moment, so we don’t get arrested for starving a bunch of kids in a house stocked with food who know how to cook just fine.
Oh, but scratch those plans because the baby (who isn’t really a baby anymore, he’s almost 3, so I guess we should stop calling him the baby) just decided to take a red sharpie to the couch, chest freezer, and front door while you were cleaning out the fridge and making a grocery list.
It’s an amazing life isn’t it????
That was half way sarcastic in case you didn’t know.
Oh, but that’s not all!!!
Grampa’s called saying he was coming over to deliver some corn, and he’d be there in an hour.
Well I had no clue how to get sharpie out of the couch, so I asked people on twitter, Facebook, and texted everyone I knew. Some people said eraser would get it off the door, and suggested different essential oils. Unfortunately, our door and freezer now have some “character”. As for the couch, vinegar and a little elbow grease got that sucker right out.
Needless to say we didn’t eat sandwiches for lunch that day. We ate leftovers.
And we didn’t enjoy it, in case you hadn’t guessed.
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