Accountability

Well, I was really all over my own ass last night, after my husband pulled out the flip-it, even though I had done the floors about 5 hours before. I feel as though I am working my arse off, yet not making a difference. I am going to try to list stuff on my blog that I accomplished through the day, and maybe that will remind me to take that saddle off my back!

Today I did two loads of dishes, scrubbed the high chair, the exosaucer, and the kitchen trash can. I made my bed, and took down all the dirty laundry. I emptied Maddie's trash, brought in the trash cans from the weekly pick up and sorted the mail. I fed the children, and conquered three loads of laundry. The cats pans have been scooped, and the laundry room swept. The upsatirs has been Fabreezed. I finally found an oral surgeon and got an appt. for Friday. I shot off a couple of emails, and I went to Walmart to pick up Orajel for myself, and for Hunter.

I guess it's not too bad a list, but it never seems like enough, does it? I also checked into college. I had a dream last night that I had never finished high school. I know what the deal is with that. I have realized that I am ashamed of not finishing college. I feel like this magic number is the end of my life, and it's closing in on my life. A third of my life is over, and I have the yardstick out-- I am not too happy with the progress. But, to make it worse, this review comes at a time when i am unable to live my own life, rather I am living it for others. So, it's not as though I am making great strides or able to make drastic changes at the moment.

I am making sure that being a SAHM doesn't mean that my children just sit on the couch, either. I see a great deal of moms that overstimulate their children with activities and competition, but I find a great deal more just let their kids sit on their behinds and let them do what ever they want. This is the ultimate neglect, I believe. You are raising people here, and you just created another bum. Just what America needs! Thanks to those parents for their contribution. My children will be taxed to pay for your thirty-year-old's government cheese. I am a bit bitchy due to the pain. I won't get any relief for another couple of days.

I am going to try to workout tomorrow. I think I am going to do Gilad, because it's only a half an hour, and you just can't take that guy seriously. He sure as hell doesn't. He cracks me up.