Ok — it’s time to come clean. I’m a slacker mom.
I haven’t finished my daughter’s “1st Year” scrapbook. and she’ll be three next month.
I haven’t even PURCHASED a scrapbook Mr. Boy, and he’ll be one in August.
I frequently dress Mr. Boy in pink and purple onesies whenever all of his blue and puppy dog decorated clothes are dirty and I don’t feel like doing laundry. (hey, as far as I’m concerned, it’s his fault for being the same size as his 3 year old sister)
This morning, I reheated the refrigerated steel-cut oats from YESTERDAY morning and fed my kids out of ONE bowl . . . and with the SAME spoon. I call it my “time-saving” breakfast method. (that and I didn’t feel like waiting around to heat up two bowls of oatmeal)
My daughter doesn’t have any cute, my-mommy-made-that tutus or hair bows.
If my kiddos wear coordinating outfits for any occasion, you can bet your bottom dollar my mother or mother-in-law is the one that bought them.
Yeah, I’m a slacker mom.
It’s not like I set out on being that mom — every day, I wake up with rainbow colored dreams of craft projects with my daughter, all the laundry done, and my flowerbeds perfectly weeded and blooming. But, yeah. . . all of those visions just stay in my head.
Of course, I feel guilty — especially when I’m around any of my “real-world” friends (who are all play-date planning, perfectly clean house, laundry always done Rockstars) or when I’m visiting some of my favorite mom-blogs. ESPECIALLY some of those mom-blogs.
I love these blogers — they always have the cutest projects posted . . . always have heartfelt, inspiring posts about mommyhood . . . they just seem to have EVERYTHING together (even their own attire and hair is perfectly in place . . . even when they’re just staying around the house. Me? I’ve been known to stay in my pajamas for a day or two.)
I wanna be like them — organized and scheduled. That’s what seems to be common denominator among all of them — they work off of a schedule. They actually plan to get dressed in the morning . . . instead of waiting until the kids go down for a nap to think about, maybe, possibly going back upstairs and putting on (hopefully clean) clothes.
This morning, I tried to make a schedule. Really! I did!
I started by opening up Microsoft Word.
Then I looked for the “perfect” font — one that said “I’m committed to everything mapped out on this chart.”
(this took awhile)
Then, I debated on font colors. Red seemed too mean and angry. I want a happy, peaceful chart . . . but blue was too serene. I needed a color that said “I’m committed to everything mapped out on this chart. . . and I’m happy about it.”
(this took awhile too)
When I finally had my font and color picked, I decided to take a Twitter break (‘cause, ya HAVE to stay abreast of what’s happening on Twitter. You just have to). Hmmm — should I add Twitter to my schedule? What about computer time in general? What about time spent online looking for projects I’ll never complete?
Then, I remembered I wanted to download some preschool activities for The Little Lady. . . which reminded me I needed to get my child out of her pajamas. See, if I’d already had that scheduled, she would have been dressed by that point. (sigh)
By the time I finished with all of my interruptions and planned out my day, in cute little 30 minute blocks, it was after 10:30 am. Wayyyyy too late to start living by the schedule. Right? Yeah, that’s what I decided.
Maybe tomorrow. . . if I actually wake up at my schedule time.