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Do you ever have days that are so very frustrating? Nothing in particular happens, just life, and its so frustrating?

My kids have gone crazy, my house is a wreck, and it seems like there is just not enough time in the day to get it all done. I can’t keep the clothes washer or the dishwasher going fast enough to keep ahead of the piles. Do we have to much stuff? Am I just lazy? Or is this chaos just the result of living with so many small people? What needs adjusting? I know life is not supposed to be like this!

Case in point: This morning, after I fed DD#4, I left the living room. I went potty, then into my room, made my bed, put on a little face, and got dressed. I was gone, all total LESS THAN 5 minutes. And Dh comes into the bedroom as I am putting on my socks, to check on me, see if I am ok. I told him I was fine, just tired of looking like a hag from being “busy” all the time.

It was a real eye opening moment. If I am this “busy”, something is just ………. wrong.

I want to read a book. I want to think a thought of my own. I want to wipe my behind without someone standing outside the bathroom door (if i am lucky) waiting on me.

I am trying to teach the children how to do the tasks that they can handle, but it’s horribly slow going. I feel like a harpy. I get tired of repeating myself. Maybe Teddy Roosevelt was right, walk softly and carry a big stick.

Sorry to those of you who came here looking for news or knitting. I thought it would be better to take this out on the blog than on the children. I’ll be thinking on these things as I continue through the day. But for sure today will see the laundry and dishes caught up, and the kitchen restored to MY standards.

Comments welcome, hugs gratefully accepted.

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