I had high hopes for today. Today was going to be a day to get out and get things done.
When I woke up this morning and went into my 6 year old daughter's room, I realized that I was going to need to change my plans.
She was BURNING up.
Time to shift gears, and quickly.
I tucked the little one back into bed and I called my neighbor to drive my 10 year old to school.
And now, here I sit. Waiting patiently for my pediatricians office to open.
There goes my glamorous day. A day I was going to spend tooling around in the minivan, going to recycling, grocery shopping and registering my daughters for spring lacrosse.
Instead I get to stay home and care for my sick daughter. (That's the good part, I get to spend time with her.)
While she rests, I have to do the mature thing, and clean this damn house from top to bottom.
I'm so thankful we have a nice big house. Not so thankful for all the work it takes to keep it clean.
Quite frankly, I'm having a mid-life crisis.
I'm a cliche. A bored housewife.
If any of you have suggestions on how I can make cleaning and organizing more enjoyable, I am open to any and all suggestions.
In the meantime, you know where you can find me...here, in suburban Jersey, with a mop in my hand and a SMILE on my face!!