Well, if I have nothing to say, but I start typing, the outcome is either excellent. Or sad.
I have a feeling this is a sad one. But you can keep reading if you like.
Truth be told: I'm stressed out.
I'm not sleeping well - mostly because I keep falling asleep putting kids to bed (or getting them BACK to sleep again) and then waking up at 10 at night with a burst of energy. 2am rolls around - like it is right now (2:11am Monday) and I'm just now getting tired.
I'm overwhelmed by my house. I told my sister tonight, "I'm at the point where I walk from one room to the next and get more overwhelmed with each room because each is more cluttered than the last!"
Naomi is a firecracker. For real. If you knew her in NZ, just multiply it by like 5 ... she's a live wire! And if you know her here in the US, well then you know a bit of what I'm talking about. I could chase her all day long and she'd still find trouble. I say stuff like, "Get your toothbrush out of the toilet!" and "No you may not stand on me!" and "Get in bed for the 500th time!" all day long. There is nothing she will not climb. Nothing she will not touch. Nothing she will not ask for. She has dumped 4 or 5 bottles of spice on my carpet/couch and 2 bottles of vanilla. Yes, I lock my pantry - but sometimes it gets left open by Oceana or by me when I'm cooking - and next thing I know my couch smells like oregano, or my carpet is faintly orange from the seasoned salt.
Oceana is a drama queen. DR.AH.MA. This is a portion of my day I wish not to discuss. Ay yi yi!
I love my life. I really do! Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I'm just overwhelmed. And I've been trying to find balance in my life and get myself organized and and and and....
Instead, I just get more stressed out and more overwhelmed.
So, for now I think I'll get some sleep and hope that Naomi's 2-year-molars stay hushed for the night .... tomorrow is a new day.