I amaze myself.

Laundry and housekeeping in general are something I really struggle with.  I love a clean house and empty laundry baskets, but I hate doing the work to get there.  I have had this goal of doing at least one load of laundry a day, and I usually do ok and accomplishing that, but yesterday, I did three, count them, three loads of laundry.  Yes, you may call me Wonder Woman.  And, I kept the kitchen and den in decent working order.  I just didn't make dinner, or take a shower, or clean the bathrooms, or make any beds.  But we are not going to focus on what didn't get done.  No, we are going to focus on the positive.  I did three loads of laundry yesterday!

Housework

I hate housework.  There are no two ways around it.  I love the results, but I can't stand the process.  That, and it NEVER ENDS!!!  Truly, I wish I could just pay someone to keep my house as neat and tidy as my families are.  But, that won't teach my kids the value of work.  Yada, yada, yada.  Just grit my teeth and do it, right?  I am trying a new method I found on Pinterest.  When I follow my schedule, my house stays in ok shape, but I have been feeling really lax the last week and it looks just like if used to.  Blast.  It's time for renewed dedication.  Besides, if the house is tidy, hubby and I usually fight less and there is more harmony in my home.  On to the vaccum and windex.

It's like the house threw up on itself

Seriously, it is. I don't think there is a single room that isn't a disaster zone. Except for the front bathroom and Buddy Blue's room. We've been putting together our 72 hour kits and rotating the food storage to get it organized. Why is it any time you try to organize, you have to make a bigger mess first? And because we have been working on that all week, everything else is falling behind. Laundry is everywhere I look. Ok, well maybe not the everywhere, but all over the bedrooms, hallway and master bath/laundry room. And just when I think its under control, Buddy Blue throws up all over and Bug can't decide what to wear. I need a maid.

There, now don't you feel better about yourself? On the plus side, I did make my bed this morning.

Potty Training...

Yeah, it stinks. The first two days were great, but that was it. Bug will be three in two months, and he is completely capable of using a toilet. Two kids in diapers is killing my budget, and he can't start swim lessons until we get this under control. I refuse to be one of those parents who "waits until their child is ready". He is ready. He can control it and hold and let it go at will. My house has turned into a war zone. Not just the combative two year old, but the mounds of laundry waiting to get folded, the tables and counters begging for a wipedown, the floors are starting to get to the point you could almost write in the dust (it has been really windy here), none of the beds are made, and I have been out of milk for three days. Yesterday, I almost wanted to go back to work and not have to deal with this, but I know it isn't forever. I'm just tired of the kicking, screaming, scratching and biting every time I try to put him on the toilet. He was such a good baby, and he has become a very challenging toddler. When he does pee in the toilet, it is only a little bit, and he holds the rest until he is back in his underwear. I'm moving our battlefeild into the master bath/laundry room so I can at least fold laundry while dealing with this, and have a chair in there so I can feed Buddy Blue. We'll see how today goes. The turning point has to come soon.

Speaking of Buddy Blue, he is ready for solids. He has been eating 4-6 oz every two to three hours, and he never spits up. Maybe after the boys are down for the night, I will make a solo trip to Wally World and get the milk I have been out of for days, some pull ups for naps and night time, baby oatmeal so I can give the girls a little bit of a break, and double stuff oreo's for me, because I need a pick me up. (Really doesn't help the whole diet thing, but of late I am just too frazzled to want to think about it.)

Hubby wants to see the new Pirates movie, but I don't really know any of the youth in our ward, and because we are struggling to house break the oldest child, I don't want to drop him off anywhere. So that probably isn't going to happen. I'm now going to go rest. And change the diaper of everything he has been holding all day after.