I think I’ve literally spent the entire weekend doing laundry. No joke, we did 6 loads in the past two days. And it’s not as though I hadn’t done laundry for weeks or anything – in fact, we were caught up as of this past Wednesday. And somehow, despite having done 6 loads of laundry in 48 hours, I have more to do tomorrow. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
And now it’s Sunday night, and although the laundry is sort of caught up, I don’t feel like I really accomplished much at all this weekend. I suppose I don’t know why I think weekends should be this super-productive period of time. It’s not like when I was working, where weekends meant a break from doing all the things I had to do all week – now I still need to feed, dress, cuddle and play with Carrie, no matter what day of the week it is. And yet I still expect that I’m somehow magically going to find time on a Saturday that I can’t find on a Tuesday to do things like clean out my closet or reorganize my kitchen cabinets. Or vacuum.
I don’t know if I need to become more organized or what, but it’s all I can do to just keep the house relatively dog-hair free (and relatively is a very relative term), stock the fridge with healthy-ish foods, and try to make sure everyone has a clean pair of underwear (or onesie) to wear on a daily basis. That doesn’t really sound like much, does it? Are my expectations too high for myself, as a stay-at-home mom? I’m really committed to making sure that Carrie is my top priority, where most of my energy for the day goes, but I wish I could just get an extra thing or two done around the house occasionally!