Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

One of Those Days

Yep. Been one of those days. Nothing goes right. Everything I touch immediately touches the floor (because I drop it or knock it off the counter) and the kids are stir crazy because it's like 10 degrees outside. They tried to play outside, bless their little hearts, but it only lasted about 10 minutes. It was one of those days where a treadmill , stationary bike or other piece of fitness equipment would have come in handy for them to blow off some steam. Instead we bowled, played baseball and tennis on the Wii. We meaning me included, so I got nothing done.

I really wanted to get some cleaning done today, but only wanted to clean the bathrooms once. The kids love to help, but today I just wanted to do it and have it done. Not do it with the kids and go back and do their parts over. The problem was that Hubby got called into work, so my visions of accomplishing something went right out the window. I really should figure out a way to get this stuff done when they are here, but I get sucked in to their needs (way more important than my cleaning) and without Dad to occupy them, What was I to do? Besides, after cleaning flour, cocoa, cereal and milk off the floor, I pretty much had had all the cleaning I could handle.
The kitchen floor, by the way, is spotless.

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