10. They always volunteer for too many activities with their children. Aka agreeing to be a co-leader for a GirlScout Troup. Not to mention running the Santa's Workshop for nine: ten and eleven year olds. I'm hoping they have fun, I'm already tired and it doesn't even start until Saturday.
9. Having two people who generate enough Laundry keep two laundreymats busy for a week.
8. Having to take out your own trash. (This one sucks big time)
7. Having to dish your good suits out of the trash can because you happened to put your (really good clothes) into a black garbage bag and the one time in a month your husband decides to take out the trash he doesn't look in said garbage bag and dumps all your clothes into the big green monster outside. It only takes a week to figure out that your clothes are missing and when you do finally get your clothes out of said huge icky green garbage can said clothes are covered in yucky mold. One 45.00 trip to the dry cleaners proves that mold does not come out of expensive suits. *sigh* and yes this really happened to me this week.
6. Adopting another puppy when you already have a house full of animals because you are a weinie.
5. Working a full time job, writing for at least two hours a night, and trying to clean a house.
4. Having a husband decide that it is time to clean up the yard. What happened? Did the football players go on strike this Sunday or what? Isn't it time for Basketball yet? I need a reprieve.
3. Having wonderful friends who want to meet with you or talk on the phone who forgive you when you nodd off during a conversation. (These friends are priceless and can never be forsaken)
2. Trying to figure out how in the world within the next month you are going to decorate your house for the holidays, buy all the Christmas presents, wrap said Christmas presents, cook two major holiday dinners, (which had better be damn good! I mean who really wants to eat burnt turkey right? I'm wondering if Domino's will deliver on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve?)work full time through out of all this, produce at least two good pages of writing a day (come hell or high water), remember to pack your childs lunch (forgot that one time this week), buy stain for the front door that has been stripped down to the metal (and people are beginning to wonder if you are one of those shabby chic types)and buy groceries. Is it any wonder I fall asleep on the sofa and can't seem to make it to my bed?
1. This month? Two Baby showers, two major holidays, two major birthday parties, one house warming, and four Christmas parties. Somebody just wake me up when its January!!!!
9. Having two people who generate enough Laundry keep two laundreymats busy for a week.
8. Having to take out your own trash. (This one sucks big time)
7. Having to dish your good suits out of the trash can because you happened to put your (really good clothes) into a black garbage bag and the one time in a month your husband decides to take out the trash he doesn't look in said garbage bag and dumps all your clothes into the big green monster outside. It only takes a week to figure out that your clothes are missing and when you do finally get your clothes out of said huge icky green garbage can said clothes are covered in yucky mold. One 45.00 trip to the dry cleaners proves that mold does not come out of expensive suits. *sigh* and yes this really happened to me this week.
6. Adopting another puppy when you already have a house full of animals because you are a weinie.
5. Working a full time job, writing for at least two hours a night, and trying to clean a house.
4. Having a husband decide that it is time to clean up the yard. What happened? Did the football players go on strike this Sunday or what? Isn't it time for Basketball yet? I need a reprieve.
3. Having wonderful friends who want to meet with you or talk on the phone who forgive you when you nodd off during a conversation. (These friends are priceless and can never be forsaken)
2. Trying to figure out how in the world within the next month you are going to decorate your house for the holidays, buy all the Christmas presents, wrap said Christmas presents, cook two major holiday dinners, (which had better be damn good! I mean who really wants to eat burnt turkey right? I'm wondering if Domino's will deliver on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve?)work full time through out of all this, produce at least two good pages of writing a day (come hell or high water), remember to pack your childs lunch (forgot that one time this week), buy stain for the front door that has been stripped down to the metal (and people are beginning to wonder if you are one of those shabby chic types)and buy groceries. Is it any wonder I fall asleep on the sofa and can't seem to make it to my bed?
1. This month? Two Baby showers, two major holidays, two major birthday parties, one house warming, and four Christmas parties. Somebody just wake me up when its January!!!!
5 Comments:
Yeah...tell me about it...lol. One down and about a hundred more things to do. I've always worked full time *grin* I'm just good with time mangagement. I'm still getting in writing time at night!
Well, I know a certain someone who is willing to help you with some of the things listed in #2 if you could spare a few minutes for a phone call. (smirk)
I'm so impressed you manage to get the writing in. When do you sleep? I figure the only way to get words on the page will be reduce my 7 hours of sleep to 5, and I'm not sure I can do that!
Just think...after this weekend, one less holiday meal to prepare. :)
Well done on a nice blog Michelle. I was searching for information on santa claus suits and came across your post Top Ten Reasons why Mothers are almost always exhausted - not quite what I was looking for related to santa claus suits but very nice all the same!
We're all getting ready for Christmas and I've just put the finishing touches to my new site specially for kids, or rather their parents and relatives. You can go there and get Santa to send a really nice personalized letter to a youngster. It's great fun! If you have a moment, perhaps you'd enjoy taking a look: Letter from Santa .
Well, a merry Christmas to you and yours!
Mothers are also exhausted because they must think up crazy explanations for logical impossibilities. What do I mean? Well, my eight-year-old son who believes in Santa is using his brain too much. He wants to know if Santa buys his toys why can't he have the new X-box? Reason being, when he mentioned wanting one for Christmas, I said it was too expensive. He goes, "What difference does that make to you? You're not buying it. Santa is."
The little monster .....
Tanya
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