Let me just start by saying, HOLY CRAP!! Where has all my free time gone?? I feel as though I have NONE! Since Chris' return, I find myself fortunate to find a clean pair of socks to wear or a kitchen counter that isn't infected with salmonella. Seriously, our time each and everyday just flies by. We definitely have our routines, which take priority--eating, walking the dog, bathing, etc., but honestly, I need my maid back. I canned her a couple of weeks before Chris came back simply because I thought her work was slipping. She didn't wipe off the baseboards & she wasn't exactly self-motivated--I had to tell her EVERYTHING that needed to be done. Honestly, how hard is it to figure out that the kitchen floor should be washed when you still have an hour of work ahead of you and there is dried dog food on it? Come on, lady! Anyway, there is obviously a bit more to my dissatisfaction with her, but that is the gist. In a nut shell, I miss her. I am a neat freak for the most part, hate clutter and love a clean house. How can you not love the smell of clean pine or bleach? Mmmm. Needless to say, this lack of time to tend to my house is driving me crazy. Chris and I take care of the necessities, but choose not to devote our free time to my anal desires. Instead, we've been soaking up every free minute with our little Clairebear and enjoying every ounce of sunshine that God has been throwing our way. I am nearly 34 weeks pregnant with another responsibility looming overhead. Obviously, it is a joy, don't get me wrong, but when I am going to have the time to clean a toilet ever again?!! Cleaning is only the beginning. I still have to load my new Photoshop CS4 program (yes, I know how lucky I am!!), learn how to use it, take a few pictures of Claire--as I've slipped dramatically in that department as well, edit them, tend to this deprived blog, and begin or finish a couple of scrapbooks. Oh---and take a minute or two to spend with our dear friends who I've been putting on the back burner. Thank God you are great friends, Josh & Erin! Anyway, I am definitely working towards the neglectful mom award. Pretty soon, I'll be looking a fifteen year old Claire in the eyes trying to answer the question as to why she has no pictures after she turned 1 year or why all of her pictures are still on my computer. Soon after that conversation, I'll have another with my second child wondering why there are no photos of her. Ugh. I just need more time. Plain and simple. Well, I suppose I could stay up past nine...NAH!!
You wanted it, you asked for it, so here it is. A post. Hopefully this post will satisfy all your desires. I am not writing about the apple of my eye, Claire, but of the other apple of my eye--reality tv. I love it! Right now I am getting my fill of Big Brother. I have even lured Chris into my dark place. He mostly watched last season because Dick was such a jerk, but Chris is hooked. He's a dedicated viewer once again this season. Sadly, he was a fan of Matty who was kicked off a few weeks ago. I don't think I have a favorite. I find them all to be so obnoxious, yet I watch. Go figure. I obviously need some more excitement in my life. Girls who wear butt showing shorts, screaming matches, verbal abuse, crazy eyes, back stabbing, boys running around in their colored tighty whiteys (if tighty whiteys are colored, are they still called tighty whiteys?)---all in one episode! It is a gold mine. My second can't miss show is Housewives of Orange County or New York City. I really
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I am still at the mountain so no worries. We can make plans after Easter. Perhaps surrounding April vacation or something.
I learned a while back when I was in school and working and we got Hunter that sometimes you have to just accept that you need to do things in stages. I clean the toilet when I am in the bathroom and putting away cleaning supplies. I do the laundry in stages throughout the week. I spend one night a month ironing (and only one night a month). I vaccuum as often as I can and spot mop but couldn't tell you the last time I handwashed all the floors and waxed the wood ones.
I have come to the realization that I will never be the housekeeper my mother was, she didn't work outside the home, I do. So, if you want to use my excuse you are more than welcome to it.
I am glad to hear that you are all doing well - we can't wait to see you later this month and perhaps meet the newest member :)
Love ya,
Jessica