I feel like I accomplish as much as someone can who is in my position. I have three young children. Two of whom are home with me during the day and one in kindergarten. I am a far cry from Betty Crocker. The old saying “Your house should always look as if someone is coming over” doesn’t really work out for me much to the chagrin of my mother-in-law (she who exudes perfection).

Case in point.. today every time I cleaned up a mess, a new mess was made. Whenever my back was turned attending to “said messes”, toilets were being clogged, hair pins were strewn about and 100 sandwich bags glittered my kitchen floor like freezing rain on a tree.

I know that I should wait until the little ones are down for a nap… because that’s the logical and sane decision to make. I mean… you wouldn’t shovel snow while it was snowing… would you?

However, when they are down for a nap, I try to work on homework and the web-business. Dang… sometimes I even just take a little down time and stare at the wall (because staring at the wall is a totally normal activity for a stay-at-home mom right?). Fifteen minutes after putting them down for their daily nap, I heard a loud CRASH! come from the bedroom. I raced down the hall, very sure that someone would be bleeding. Much to my surprise, relief and horror…. I had two little eyes staring up at me in Brody’s crib — neither crying but both looking like they knew they were in trouble.

The long, short and skinny of it:

Soph decided to climb into Brody’s crib for a little sister-brother bonding time which consisted of jumping up and down like silly monkeys. It only took a couple of jumps and the crib straight up broke on one side, leaving an odd looking crib/slide. Thankfully, no one was hurt and I fixed the crib to the best of my ability (it is now lopsided and the different corners have different elevations because some pieces broke)…. thank God I can jimmy-rig like no one’s business!

I wish I could say that I was totally calm, but I yelled bit. And what’s worse, they both had poopy pants. I don’t know why that makes it worse but it just does.

By the end of all of that, I decided to induce wall-staring time. Because darn it, I was going to lose my cool (again) if one more thing happened.

Now I am blogging about it. But blogging about it makes me want to laugh… so I guess that’s a good thing.

Still, as I look around my house and see the disaster, it only reminds me of how much I have to get done before my husband gets home.

Thank God no one is coming over today!