I just want to put it out there that I have heartburn and my legs hurt so fucking bad I can barely move. ALSO... let's all thank Nikolett over at
Better Than Coffee because if you notice to your right there are THREE buttons for my blog for you to pimp me on your blog. Nikolett also made my header and because she is a million shades of awesome and win I'm dubbing her my Awesome-Stuff-On-My-Blog (otherwise known as ASOMB) guru. Let's all scream for Nikolett. She is awesome and my hero.
Also coming to my rescure because I'm a ridiculous failure at anything with "HTML" in it because it's got weird symbols and requires more than 30 seconds of thought is
Krysten who made my Etsy button which is on her page as well. Krysten rocks my world and at some point, we are going to fuck Hayward, Wisconsin UP. (We're gonna meet there since it's not really the middle, but we're going to pretend and there's shit to do in Hayward except Lumberjack shit. HEY!!! We can be lumberjacks, Krysten!!!!! Whatever. We *may* get kicked out of Hayward)
OK so on to tonight's post. A few days ago I talked about my
panties being out of my ass, which you know- is always kind of a nice feeling, and how I'm a domesticated bitch and basically fabulous. Well I get comments on my FaceBook all the time and even a few of you, cough *
Mr. O * cough asked me how I do it.
Do I have super powers? Probably. Do I have underage children cleaning my house 24/7? No, but if you know where I can get a maid who won't steal my stuff, works for free, and speaks little English- let me know.
I don't think I really have a secret. I'm just ridiculously organized and I make lists ALL.THE.TIME. It drives everyone around me nuts. I can't help it. Nobody's bitching I don't forget yall's birthdays, right??? (By the way- holla to
Jandy who'll be birthday partying it up Sunday!!) Right.
Here is my schedule for Monday - Thursday:
6:00 am: Wake up, kind of. Basically roll over to see Lenny humping my foot and Rosie trying to get into my closet.
6:30 am: Drag ass out of bed because Jackson is screaming "MOMMA!!!" I then go upstairs, pee, wake up Olivia and make her get her outfit, wake up Jackson. Change Jackson (and pray it's not poop because I'm not equipped to handle poop before I'm even really awake), get him dressed.
6:45: get myself dressed, put on super fast makeup, attempt at making my hair decent. Grab my breakfast, lunch, gym clothes, purse. Pull out meat for dinner (if applicable), feed/water animals.
7:00: out the door- drop the kids off at my mom's, on my way to work.
7:20-7:30: arrive at work.
7:30-5:00 pm: work.
5:00: go to Curves, get molested
5:45: leave Curves, head home
6:00- cook supper, talk/play with kids. Talk to Matt
6:30- eat dinner with family then clean up if Matt is doing baths (every other night)
7:00- kids go to bed, I start my fuckmill after putting in laundry, going through the mail and organizing bills
7:30 start blogging
7:45- read blogs from day/become a comment slut
8:30- check 20SB, FaceBook, other blogger groups. I'll sometimes chat with people and post.
9:00- clean kitchen, quick clean of floors, bathroom.
9:30-11: read then go to bed
Now the weekends (Friday-Sunday) are different.
6:00 am: Wake up, kind of. Basically roll over to see Lenny humping my foot and Rosie trying to get into my closet.
6:30 am: Drag ass out of bed because Jackson is screaming "MOMMA!!!" I then go upstairs, pee, wake up Olivia and make her get her outfit, wake up Jackson. Change Jackson (and pray it's not poop because I'm not equipped to handle poop before I'm even really awake), get him dressed.
6:45: get myself dressed, put on super fast makeup, attempt at making my hair decent. Pull out meat for dinner (if applicable), feed/water animals.
7:00: get breakfast for the kids and figure out what the fuck we're doing today
7:30: start laundry, clean laundry room
8-10: play with the kids and be fun mommy
10:30: get ready for lunch (Friday's we got out for Happy Meals and then the weekends I make stuff)
11:00: eat lunch
12:00-1:00- more play, dance parties. Laundry load #2 goes in
1:00- Jackson goes in for nap, Olivia watches a movie
1-3- clean living room, bathroom, my room, kitchen. Fold laundry #1, put #2 in dryer
3:00 wake Jackson up, more play/walk/outside
5:00-start dinner, fold laundry #2, start #3
6:00 - eat dinner/clean up/ clean kitchen AGAIN
7:00- bedtime then fuckmill
7:45 blog
8:00- craft/Etsy store stuff
9:00- fold #3 laundry, clean floors
10:00- *maybe* watch some TV.
11:00- bed time
OK- so that's basically my schedule. It is almost the same every day. And in between all of that, I email friends regularly- as much as I can (sorry if I'm slacking!!!), plan menus, make shopping lists, pay bills, mail out birthday cards/gifts, counsel friends, watch True Blood on Sundays, I tackle one major household project (sorting closets/dressers/cleaning out porches/re-organizing cupboards, etc) a week.
I try very hard to be efficient and even though I do a lot, I feel like such a lazy ass somedays. Some days I feel bad that I didn't get to email or call a friend. I feel like bigger shit if I didn't get to the post office and mail that card because I want everything to be on time all the time.
When I was in college I had two full time jobs and a part time telemarketing job while going to school full time AND still doing a lot around the house either in my own apartment or when I was at home. I graduated at the top of my class even though I remember very little aside from the fact that I slept in my car 3 nights a week because it didn't make sense to drive home only to turn around. So I'd fall asleep in my backseat in the school parking lot. It was awful. But I've always been the kind of person to work really hard and not take time to do stuff for myself.
So when you see me going to a concert, shopping, or going out with a friend on the weekend? That is major. I have decided that I can't do so much anymore. So the schedule you see? Is only half of what I would have been doing oh...a year ago. It's amazing what happens when you slow down...even just a little bit.