For the last two weeks, I’ve posted a reality check on Monday.

Who knows if this will keep going, but I like the idea.

This week’s post has been/will be/is being written over the course of last week. My goal is to write a little blurb for each day to record how the daily stuff goes.

Monday –

I changed the dinner menu at the last minute because my brain had omitted the fact that we were out of cheddar cheese. So thankful having pre-cooked ground beef in the freezer makes it possible to make spaghetti in the time it takes to boil noodles.

I ran the dishwasher before I went to bed.

Tuesday –

Oh my. Tuesday will be its own series of posts coming soon. Think styrofoam building project that left static foam snow all over the house, a broken vacuum that spit hair out the back, and a Brownie meeting to lead and a rehearsal to direct all in the same day. It’s been rough.

I also published a behind-the-door master bedroom post complete with untouched before pictures. Days like that make my stomach hurt. Especially since I’m no longer blogging in secret. They kind of make me think this whole blogging thing is a REALLY stupid idea.

Wednesday –

Last night, I didn’t clean the kitchen. I was seriously exhausted after a crazy day. And I’d forgotten to eat lunch. And hadn’t finished my breakfast because my dog licked it when I left the room for a minute.  All those things aren’t an excuse, but they did happen.

So this morning, I cleaned the kitchen. Filled and ran the dishwasher and swept the floor. Even though there are still patches of styrosnow, I’m loving feeling like making the bed, running the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen were the only things needed to feel like the house was back under control.

Thursday –

Last night, we ate frozen pizza. While it was in the oven, I threw together another batch of spaghetti to take to my FIL. The relief that Hubby felt when he discovered we weren’t eating spaghetti for the second time in three days helped him be more happy about the frozen pizza. He loaded and started the dishwasher while I counted Girl Scout Cookie money.

I was gone ALL day, exchanging tennis shoes for a kid who insists on growing out of everything he owns, taking a hair/snow-spitting vacuum cleaner to the repair place an hour away, and taking my MIL out of the nursing home and to the doctor and back to the nursing home. Oh, and getting back into town just in time to go straight to my 7th grader’s basketball game.

We grabbed dinner out.

Friday –

Gone all day speaking and socializing. Don’t even remember what happened in the kitchen.

Saturday –

Academic and band competitions, basketball games. Dinner was a casserole given to us by a sweet friend. I do remember that exactly nothing got done in the kitchen.

Sunday –

Took MIL to lunch (a big deal for her!) and came home so sooo tired. Rested for an hour while trying to think of a legit excuse to cancel our church home group so I wouldn’t have to clean the house.

Couldn’t think of an excuse, so had the kids pick up while I cleaned the kitchen. Lamented the lack of a vacuum cleaner, but was glad to have mostly wood floors so I could use a broom on at least some of it.

Monday –

That’s today. Like always, I’m so so glad I was forced to clean yesterday so the house looks decent to start out the week. I ran the dishwasher last night, unloaded it this morning, and reloaded it with breakfast dishes. Laundry has been sorted and first load is ready to go into the dryer.

 

What’s your reality today?

 

--Nony