Not so. At least not with me.
Here I am again. Trying to get the kids to go to bed, or at least settle down for some quiet time. Reading tweets from other moms whose kids have either BEEN in bed for a while already or they are skipping off to put themselves to bed nicely.
I feel lost. I feel defeated. I’d give just about anything for them to go to bed without a fuss. It will be another two hours before everyone is asleep. We’ve tried bedtime routines, soft music, white noise, aroma therapy, quiet time, down time, warm jammies, hot baths…I even told my oldest to pray for people until she ran out of names. (well… it puts me to sleep!)
So for the next two hours I will sit here on the couch, trying to keep quiet, and I’ll make up my mental plan for tomorrow. In a few minutes I’ll get up to go to the little girls room (wait for it, I have a point to this) where I will notice how much their bathroom could use a good cleaning. I’ll think, “gee, that wouldn’t take more then 15 minutes or so”, and I’ll put it on the to do list. I’ll pass by the load of laundry piling up in the hallway and think “gee, I should take that downstairs”, and put it on my list. Sometimes I’ll even put time limits next to the things on my list.
Dishes 10 min
Vacuum 2 min
Dust 5 min
Bathroom 15 min
Make beds 5 min
I work fast, and I HAVE had my house pretty tidy in under an hour.
I make a plan. I feel good about the plan. I go to bed and dream about the plan.
Then I wake up. The plan begins to fail almost immediately.
The drama. The whining. The unexpected phone call. The burnt lunch.
Then it’s 5 o’clock.
Hubby is home. Nothing will get done now.
Even as I’m typing my plan of what this post would be has failed. I did have a point. It was a good one too I think.
Oh well. There is much grumbling upstairs…. and I must find my notebook and pencil. I must plan for tomorrow.