And now she eats her words

I can't even begin to tell yall how many times I've said (both to myself, Kevin, and anyone else who would listen) that I would be THE BEST stay at home Mom. The house would be spotless, the meals would be healthy gourmet creative and organic, the kids would be fulfilled and I would be a hottie. I mean when you have all day to cook, clean and work out how could you not be the perfect trophy wife?

Well by the grace of Stryker it seems that stay-at-home-mom-edness is my reality...and now she eats her words. In the three and a half weeks that I've been off of work and home all day with Ryland I have successfully accomplished nothing. I still haven't sent out the rest of my thank you notes from my baby showers. There is clean laundry in the dryer to be folded. The floors are an abomination. There are little piles everywhere...oh and have I mentioned that my house is on the market and we really need someone to buy it? That is asking a lot of potential buyers...to look past all the clutter and dust to see the gem of a house that is lying underneath. At church on Sunday a sweet little girl asked me if I was pregnant, so I guess that means I'm not a hottie yet. Oh, and I've eaten every meal at my Mom's house.

So where is all this "time" I'm supposed to have? Where is all this "energy"? I decided that today is the day to kick it in gear! I'm taking baby steps in getting used to having all three of my seeds with me 24-7...Hunter's home with me now but CC will still go to day care this week. Bless her heart, she's the most fun kid ever but can you say high maintenance? So after we dropped C at school I dangled the carrot in front of Hunt's face, "Hey buddy, if you help Mommy clean the house this morning we'll get Happy Meals for lunch!" To which my future business mogul replied, "Sure Mom, but I'll also need some money because I'm only five and cleaning the house is a big deal."

It's been an hour and fifteen minutes since we got back home, we've done the dishes and I've wiped down the kitchen counters. That's it.

I have a lot to learn about schedules. I've decided that's my down fall. Ryland is asleep in her swing which is giving me a precious opportunity to do pretty much any of the million things that need to get done...so what do I do? I blog. Lord help me. Anywho, back to the schedule. If I could get Ry on some sort of sleeping / eating pattern then I THINK I could schedule cleaning / cooking / self improvement time around her...right? That's how it's done right? Hunt and CC kind of cancel each other out when they're both here. They spend the majority of their time harassing each other and the rest of the time is spent whining to me about what the other one is doing...plus I can thrown them in the back yard with a hose and a bucket and they're set for hours. Oh how I've taken big kids for granted.

In four minutes it'll be 10:00 and I'm peeling myself away from the world wide web in attempts to clean my house and lose 30 pounds. No problem right?????? And she wakes up...