Why I Get “Nothing” Done During the Day

“How was your day, honey? Did you get done what you needed to?”

 

Monday:

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I sit down to write this article, but then the doorbell rings. It’s my friend bringing her toddler over for me to babysit while she goes to the doctor. Shoot, I forgot I said I’d do this. Oh well, it’s just a few hours and my kid will love this!

The next few hours are a blur of tantrums and refereeing toy turns, with a few moments of peaceful, sweet playing.

Somewhere in there, I put my baby down for his morning nap and gleefully sneak off to the closet for a quick, hidden bite of chocolate.

I’m caught. Now I have to share.

The toddlers find a new toy to “share” and I sit down to look over our finances. But then one of them poops her pants and the baby wakes up from his nap earlier than expected.

30 minutes later, I decide I can’t focus on finances so I begin to load the dishwasher. But as the water runs over my dirty dishes, my bladder reminds me I haven’t peed since the night before.

Once that necessary task is done, my mind reminds me I forgot to change the laundry from the washer to the dryer.

Halfway through switching the laundry, my toddler wants a show turned on and won’t stop asking for it until I give in.

As I head downstairs to turn on a show, I walk past a random cup and figure I should take it with me, since I’ll pass the kitchen anyways. *Pause on the way to my destination because I see the baby start to eat left out play dough and figure that can’t be too nutritional*

After putting away the towels, I see the dishwasher is still open and remember I had been in the middle of doing dishes, so I start that chore again, wanting to get just one thing done for the day.

The doorbell rings and it’s my neighbor, graciously picking up her toddler just as I smell his poop wafting from the next room over. Dodged that bullet!

Okay, dishwasher. Before I’ve put a single dish in, however, my toddler is crying for a show again and I realize I had already told her yes. Patience is not a strong trait of a 3 year old.

When I turn on the TV, I get sucked in to the stupid journey Dora is forced to undertake because Swiper stole her banana. And man, does it feel good to sit down for a second.

Since I’ve decided I deserve a break for my “rough” morning, I pull out my phone. Facebook quickly steals 20, 30, 40 minutes of my life and before I know it, my toddler is complaining about wanting a snack. I stand up to get her one and, oh! It’s 12:30. I should get her some lunch.

I make a dish I know my toddler will eat (peanut butter and jelly with the crusts cut off), but lo and behold, she’s decided today, her pallet demands a much finer taste.

Cereal. She wants cereal again. Well, at least it’s easy. I feed tiny bites of the before mentioned sandwich to the baby (almost one year old—don’t freak out about allergies).

Woo hoo! Nap time! Maybe I’ll actually get something done in the next few hours!

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Toddler won’t sleep. After 9 attempts of empty threats to try and get her to lay down and STAY down, I give in. “Just stay in your room, at least!”

I grab a granola bar (since, once again, I’ve forgotten to feed myself lunch) and sit back down to write this article.

Writers block. Check Facebook again. Check emails. Return to Word document. Write two sentences that I end up deleting. Facebook again. Is that the baby crying already? Naptime is over.

After grabbing some snacks for the kids, I sit down amidst the toy mess and play with them again. Really play with them. Not half a** play, where I pretend to love the “soup” I’ve been poured and then go back to texting my friend. After all, these moments are infinitely more important than dishes, laundry, or work, right?

I last maybe 10 minutes before I’m yearning to chuck every single block out the window. But this is part of motherhood, so I suck it up and rebuild the tower for the 100th time.

Okay, I really need to write this article. The words start flowing and I’m excited for my ideas! I get a few paragraphs down but then my baby just HAS to be held. Nothing will distract him so I end up with him on my lap, the computer sitting next to me on the couch, and I’m typing my article one-handedly.

Oh crap, what’s for dinner? I set down my baby (oh boy, here comes the water works again) and frantically search Pinterest for a meal that uses ingredients I already have and won’t take an hour to prepare/cook.

This is a dangerous game. Of course all the fun ideas for future meals, organizational tips, and activities I should do with my toddler distract me.

Well, I’ve wasted too much time on this dumb screen so now I’m whipping together mac and cheese and frozen corn dogs for dinner. I’m sure my husband will be thrilled to see THIS dinner when he gets home in 15 minutes!

No surprise, dinner lasts 20 minutes longer than it should because every bite is a struggle to get into my toddler’s mouth.

There’s no thought of working or doing chores when dad is finally home and we can have family time. This is my guilt free half hour of the day because family time is healthy and special for all of us.

Oh bedtime routine, how I loathe thee. What should take 10 minutes gets stretched into 45 because of tantrums, potty accidents, and stalling tactics so clever, they aren’t detected until after the fact.

Okay, the house is finally quiet and no one is touching or needing me anymore. Now I can finally work.
But…

I haven’t seen my husband all day and even though I did “nothing” today, I feel drained. I’d much rather cuddle up on the couch and fall asleep to Netflix. My to-do list can wait until tomorrow. I’m totally sure I’ll have time to get it done then!

 

Tuesday-Friday:

Wash, rinse, and repeat.

 

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Heather lives with her husband, daughter and son and has learned to accept that Utah is now her permanent home. Before becoming a stay at home mom, she taught elementary school and loves to use that background to create fun activities to entertain her children. Though staying home with the kids is great, Heather has always enjoyed finding more ways she can keep herself sane, including elaborate cross stitch designs and playing with any puppy she can find. She particularly loves to read and write and prides herself in always remaining honest in her posts about life as a wife and mother, even when the truth is sometimes embarrassing.

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This is my life. I swear, my brain can’t function like it used to!!

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