What is it about going to bed at night and coming up with all these grand ideas to do the next day... Last night as I was trying to fall asleep I made this mental list,
~Shower
~Fold the Laundry
~Take Vince to PT (the only thing likely to happen)
~ Clean up the endless crumbs and hunks of graham crackers that litter my house
~ Clean up Sophias room and even rearrange it a bit.
Just went to put the twins down for a nap and took one look around and every idea went screaming for the hills. Now I can hear Vince yelling, he probably threw his pacifier (aka momo) out of the crib, and the thought of returning upstairs is terrifying.
But I'm doing things now. I'm getting over the crushing desire to crawl back into bed or sit at the computer all day accomplishing nothing. I will go back up and fix the screaming kid, take a shower and then take Vincent to PT.
I'll be praying while I'm out that I'll have the energy and motivation to then go back upstairs one more time to try to reclaim at least one part of the house to a crumb free environment. And maybe fold some laundry in the process. ~L
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