I have barely made it out of the house lately. Not to say that we have not made it out, its just we don’t seem to make it out of the house until the afternoon. We are missing precious morning sunlight hours, activities and I have to get back to running in the morning. It feels like if I leave the house in the morning I will miss the ideal nap opportunity where Fi will sleep for 2-3 hours so I can clean the house super dupper uber clean and then this cascade of emotions comes. I mean my kitchen sink is always full of dirty dishes. Somehow there is always a pile of clean laundry begging me to be folded. I give myself points because it is at least clean laundry.
Motherhood…I never get it all done. I keep telling myself that the dishes will take care of themselves but the babies won’t be babies forever. I keep telling myself that it is ok to have a dirty house because I am spending time with the babies. Babies are only babies for a split second. It is not so easy to let go of this nagging feeling that I should clean before I go out and play.