A day in my Life

So I haven't posted in a while and I figured I'd better before Amy gets on me again. I figured out that I have what I call motherhood ADD. Just so everyone understands, I thought I'd write about a day in my life. This is just any normal day that I don't have work. Maybe then you all will understand why I don't get the chance to get on here as much as I would like....
I get up and exercise, take my shower, eat my breakfast and enjoy my moment of peace before the chaos begins. Then the baby wakes up (I know she is no longer a baby but I like to consider her this to make me feel better), I fix her breakfast and wake the other one or two up (depending on the day it is). When I wake them up I see they have piles of laundry on their floors, so I have them take the clothes downstairs so I can do laundry. On my way downstairs, the baby screams that she needs a diaper change, and proceed to change her diapers and get her an outfit. While rumaging through the closet to find clothes I decide to gather all the empty hangers for the laundry that I am getting ready to do. I put the hangers in the hall closet and remember that I still need to clothe the naked baby. I go back to her closet to get her clothes and the middle one stops me to get help fixing her hair. I stop to pull her hair up and tell her to brush her teeth and make her bed. Then I head downstairs to do laundry. I get all the clothes sorted and a load thrown in the washer. I come upstairs to a still naked baby and a living room filled with big lego blocks. I go back to the closet for a third time and grab an outfit, determined to get clothes on the child this time. I come back out to find that the baby has filled her diaper and needs changed again. I change her and put clothes on her (first task complete: time taken 34 minutes). Then I coax the baby into picking up the blocks. As she is picking up the blocks she finds a book, so we stop to read it. In the middle of the book the oldest comes out and says she's hungry so can I please get her a bowl for some cereal. I go to the kitchen to get a bowl and realize they are all dirty, so I run water and wash a bowl, intending to do all the dishes. But the baby has other plans...she has taken off her shirt and found some kind of food from somewhere on the floor. I run to stop her from eating what I find out is dog food and put her shirt back on her only to hear water hitting the floor from the sink overflowing. I stop the water, mop up the water and decide that I might as well just mop the whole floor. I get out the bucket, but figure I'd better sweep first. I grab the broom from the pantry and can't find the dustpan. So I proceed to clean out the pantry in order to find it. In the middle of this task the middle one is now hungry and wants eggs for breakfast. I go back to the sink to wash a skillet, cook her some eggs, and get her set at the table. I decide to go downstairs to switch the laundry over before I do anything else so I can at least one load done today. I get down there to realize I left the lid up so the washer hasn't even started a full cycle. I close the lid come back upstairs, go back downstairs to get meat to lay out for supper and remember that I didn't put detergent in the washer. I put the detergent in and come back up stairs to realize that I didn't get meat for supper. I go back downstairs grab the meat, come back upstairs and find the baby with her sippy cup broken and milk all over the floor and herself. I change her clothes a second time and grab the mop bucket to fill it up, but decide sweeping is still the first step. Oh but wait, I still haven't found the dustpan. I go back to cleaning the pantry and pull out all outdated items. Then I smell a funky smell and realize the baby has filled her diaper again. I change her diaper and find out that the mess has leaked all over her clothes. I change her outfit for the third time this morning. I wash out the mess and take the clothes downstairs to be washed. When I get back upstairs the children inform me that it is time for lunch. I wash some more pans and silverware so I can make lunch. As I am cooking lunch I hear the washing machine stop, so I go downstairs to switch out laundry. I put in another load and go back upstairs to find out that lunch has burned. So now the girls get peanut butter and jelly. I figure that since it's lunch time I better at least get my teeth brushed while they are all eating. I brush my teeth and decide the sink needs cleaned. As I'm cleaning the sink I notice the mirror, bathtub, and stool need cleaned as well so I go to get the necessary items for the job and realize that I still have not finished cleaning out the pantry. I start this job for a third time, but the children are done and the baby is ready for a nap (the most glorious time of the day). And since this is just my morning and I am just tired typing all this I will end with this last thought. It is only 1 p.m. and all I have managed to accomplish is dressing the baby 3 times. My house has 120 lego blocks all over the living room floor, the table has p.b. smeared all over it, the sink is full of cold water and greasy dishsoap, dishes all over the counter and stove, the pantry door is still open, the dust pan is still MIA; there is a puddle of milk on the dining room floor, the mop bucket in the middle of the kitchen floor the broom laying in the hallway (the baby drug it there), the bathroom has towels rugs and shower curtain laying on the floor from my bright idea to clean the bathroom, and I still haven't finished brushing my teeth.

Now I want everyone to know that this may not be every day, but this is a general day in my life. And this is just the morning. My husband wonders why I want to go to bed at 7:30 and why I'm so tired by staying home with the kids all day. But I thought it would be a comic relief and I expect no sympathy from any mother who suffers Motherhood ADD. May all your days be filled with life's distractions and God's blessings....hehehe.