This was my goal today:
It WAS the craft room and music room but I really needed the crib moved to it’s own room. So hubby moved the rooms around and moved my sewing stuff downstairs and this room became the school/music/ohyeahthebabysleepsinhere room.
In all the moving and with the holidays, this room turned in to a dumping ground for all things. Today I wanted it cleaned out. Because I want the baby to have his bed (not that he sleeps in it, but still).
Hubby doesn’t like hints. I very plainly said I NEEDED his help with the baby and the 2yo so I could work on the room. He helped. He helped as best he could until he couldn’t help any more.
It seems the kids wear him out fast.
The first time I had to stop was to try and settle Bubbagirl down from a T total meltdown. Still do not know what it was all about.
The second time was to nurse Peanut and put him down for a nap (that took 30 minutes).
I was making pretty good progress, when the terror that is Bubbagirl decided to start screaming about the movie she was watching and she woke up the wee little fat man named Peanut.
As I tried to nurse Peanut BACK to sleep, the diva Doodlebug and the mighty Rapunzel-Mermaid Princess Taderbug felt the overwhelming need to play 20 questions at my bedroom door regarding lunch plans.
Where the heck was their father?
So, three interruptions, three strikes and I was done. I was so angry and frustrated.
I kept asking myself “why can’t HE fix lunch? why can’t HE change the diaper? why can’t THEY just…..”.
(He had been helping some… but not enough for me to get this done, and I always had to ask first)
Then I felt guilty. All of these things I’m asking him to do are my responsibility. I shouldn’t be getting so uptight simply because my kids were being kids and they became hungry.
Yet I feel angry whenever I’m working on something big and can’t find peace to complete it.
This time the project wasn’t even for me (something related to my hobby or reading for fun). This time it was something very much related to my job as manager of our home. I was trying to create a tidy and organized environment. I was attempting to prepare my house for school to begin next week. I endeavored to provide a sleeping place for our son so that we might have an occasional five minutes alone once in a while.
None if it helped my already weary and wobbly attitude.
It’s almost 2:30pm. Lunch is done. Hubby, surprisingly, helped clear the table. Our girls emptied the dishwasher. They also broke another dish. I can check off “clean kitchen floor” on my to do list for this week.
Hubby has 15 more minutes to play online before I disappear back into that room to try again.
Am I the only one that finds it this hard to get things accomplished?
**I am hoping to post a video of my room redo as a response to my friend Linda’s vlog**