Sometimes, I so rock life. I mean seriously...I kill it. I workout 3-4 times a week, homework gets done, the house is relatively clean, Clif and I get a night out, we eat our veggies, laundry is put away, everyone is happy and healthy and we are totally winning.
Then...
Well then there are the other 51 weeks in the year.
Kidding...but seriously, then there are those times...well, I completely and utterly fail at all aspects of this little life we have. I'm in one of those times right now.
I ate fast food this week. I haven't eaten fast food in a very long time. I did go to the gym on Wednesday, but that was definitely negated by the fast food.
One of the dogs pooped all over the hall last night. That was fun to clean up, while also yelling at Ainsley to do her homework at 8:30 at night. Did I mention that she hasn't done it all week and bedtime is 8:00? And I'm not a crazy homework nazi, but she did miss a week of school while we were in Disney. Then she got sick, and missed 4 out of 5 days of the following week. So I feel like she's a bit behind.
My house...oh boy. It is baaaaaad. Like, really bad. Like, I can't even bear to be awake and in it, bad. Good thing I've been so busy that I haven't spent any time there. Probably also the reason one of the dogs defecated in the house. They were left there from 7:30ish yesterday morning until 7:30ish last night. That's not normal, but it has been kind of par for this past week.
Other than the actual Wendy's fast food this week, we've also eaten out every night...or ordered in. There's so much to do that I just can't even seem to get home before 6:30 or 7 and then it's just too late to do anything but order a pizza or send Clif on a dinner mission.
Last night, he called to ask if he should pick up food and I said yes. He asked what I wanted and I said "I don't care, can you please just make this decision?" He said okay, but what did I specifically want from a certain place. My response..."Just make sure it doesn't have mushrooms. I'll eat anything else."
And when I'm in one of these times, I just want to curl up in my bed and cry and sleep. I don't want to finish Christmas shopping, or clean my house, or wrap presents, or make dinner, or even be present in the evening. Every night, at bedtime. I go upstairs and tell Freddie to put his PJs on 734 times. Then I change into my own PJs, lay on my bed and say "Can the kids put themselves to bed and I just stay here? And while people and things are doing their own stuff...can Ainsley's lunch pack itself, and the kitchen floor mop itself, and the stupid elf move itself? All while I sleep?" Then I go to Freddie's room and find him half naked and give him the same lecture I give him every night about doing what I ask when I ask it.
I know it will pass...but it sure sucks while it's happening and there just seems no end in sight. No end until the big ole Christmas Day deadline when shopping and wrapping and cooking and baking and cleaning and everything else in the world must be done. Is it any wonder that this is not my favorite holiday? I will take a nice cold beer on a warm 4th of July day over December 1st-23rd EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!
Now December 24th and 25th are pretty freaking awesome...it's just the lead up that gets me.
So until then, I will be over here all zombie and bah-humbug-ish.
