March 26, 2009

Work vs. Motherhood Redux

I’m over at the Imperfect Parent today, talking about work, motherhood, pregancy and stereotypes.  Check it out!

March 25, 2009

12-Year-Old Girl Gives Speech on Abortion

My mother sent me the link to this video, and I was so touched by it, I felt compelled to post it since today is the Feast of the Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

She did an amazing job on this speech for her 7th grade class.

March 21, 2009

I Can’t Keep Up

There are so many things that I need to get done.  My house is looking cluttered.  Dawson has yet again destroyed his bedroom, the one in which I spent hours cleaning two weeks ago.  I’m so mad at him, I’m ready to throw all of his toys in the garbage.

I’m frustrated, because he’s four years old and should be able to pick up his toys.  And yet, I realize the failure is mine because I don’t have the patience to teach him how to clean his room properly.  Not only that, but the child has too many toys and I don’t know how to weed through them.  I’m afraid of giving away something he loves.  And believe me, he loves all his toys — he just doesn’t know how to take care of them, or put them away.  My goal is to work on that once I have the time.  (Read:  this may never happen.)

I haven’t put my laundry away in over a month.  It’s been piling up in a laundry basket, much to my husband’s dismay.  He promptly puts his clothes away, and mine are scattered all over the closet.  The thing that upsets me most is that Doug does the laundry, but he only puts his clothes away.  Not that I expect him to put my clothes away, because if that happened I would never be able to find anything again.  But he doesn’t put Dawson’s clothes in his dresser either.  He waits for (and expects) me to do it.  So, Dawson’s clothes are piled into the crib.  The same crib that is supposed to be home to a beautiful, sleeping baby come October.

Another frustration for me is the fact that Dawson’s toddler bed is in the same room as the crib (we never moved it out after Dawson outgrew it).  I’m not too keen on the idea of Dawson sharing a room with the baby (I really have nothing to worry about, given the fact that Dawson sleeps in bed with us), and I want to move his bed and things to the spare bedroom downstairs.  Of course, this would require major work, because that room houses my treadmill and tons of other crap (holiday decorations, things we plan to donate or rummage, etc.).

I don’t have enough hours in the day to get all of this done, and it makes me stressed out.  I’ve got to work, and be wife and mother, AND RUN A HOUSEHOLD?  It just can’t be done.  At least, not while I’m pregnant and tired all…the…freakin’…time….!

Just when I get a few moments to do something, other priorities scream my name.

The most crazy part?  Dawson spent the night at Grandma’s house, and I know I should be cleaning and organizing, but all I want to do is sleep.  I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in so long.  So I’ll probably take a nap.  And I’ll feel guilty later when I remember that nothing at all got done today.

I just can’t keep up.

March 19, 2009

Foto Friday, On Thursday

It’s been a long time since I posted photos on the blog.  I haven’t really had the ambition because I spend large blocks of my time sleeping or running to the bathroom.

I have taken some great pictures in the last few months (and now that the weather is nicer, I’m ready to get out there and take some more).

My favorites:

Capitol, Madison, WI

Motley Crue, Concert on Valentine’s Day, in Madison

Building a Snow Man

Spitting Image of His Father

Handmade Valentine’s

I don’t have pictures from my birthday.  I had so much fun with my loved ones, talking and laughing and eating, that no one remembered to take pictures.  Isn’t that crazy?

The big 3-0 isn’t so bad.  I’m over the whole “freaking out” thing. I’ll recap the birthday a little later.  I’ve got the day off and tons of housework to do.  Unless one of you awesome blog readers wants to come over and help?  No?  It was worth a try…