I Love Mondays ♥ ♥ ♥ . . .

Fridays should be my free day.

I should be able to do everything on my list.

We should do something really fun with friends.

It's finally just me and my two babies.

People know that and schedule things that day.

I know that and schedule too much that day.

I know yet forget to schedule appointments.

Steven comes home on time and I don't think I have much to show for my day off.

The day flies by, then I haven't planned our evening and just want to shove the kids off on him so I can clean the bathrooms and re-clean the floors.

Friday = Guilt.

I used to hate being home and I felt lazy if I didn't do something out and about in a day. I was more on-the-go than at my house. I looked for things to do like going to the library, aquarium, zoo, parks, pools, walkways, waterways, beaches, running, strolling, biking, soccer, friends, play places, family, Chuck E. Cheese's, church functions, other organizations' functions, eating anywhere but home, sporting events, the Grand Prix, anything! Our house was smaller and had a lot less upkeep. (Or was under construction and we just left it and enjoyed life outside of it.)

Now, I feel like I'm not home enough, even though I'm here more than anywhere else. I still want to do all of that fun stuff, but it's hard to feel productive so I don't plan that stuff much. I wish I had a day to myself. I see everybody around me getting so much done, and I can't keep up! I have lots of projects that don't have deadlines, so they get pushed back. I keep saying that I want to cook more, and I kinda am, but it's possibly the hardest thing for me. I can't plan. I'll even have free time to plan w/ a computer, the phone, cook books, and everything, but I can't get it. I'm so blessed to have a husband who's understanding and could care less about my lack of cooking/meal planning skills.

I hate messing up nap time now. Isaac doesn't even have a real nap time, and Dylan has always been so easy that his nap wasn't ever a factor in my outing planning. Wierd.

Today, I slept in - I LOVE to sleep in. Steven was up before the sunshine, I don't think I opened my eyes for that; I just nodded when he said something. Isaac woke up and Steven brought him into me. I went back to sleep. I'm not sure if he did. Later, Dylan ran into our room and asked to put on his Rays clothes and told me he wanted tiny green cereal. We ate cereal along with the watermellon I've been meaning to cut, cleaned the play room (after playing with Batman) with the thought of big lolly pops as rewards, changed out of Rays clothes for picture clothes, took not-so-good rushed pictures, and went to the grocery store. We came home and I made mushroom, onion, and pees (why did I include pees???) wheat quesedillas. We had grapes too. Why was I stressed about making lunch? Perhaps because it was past lunch time and we were all so hungry and Isaac was past the hunger phase b/c I kept offering him applesauce and grapes and fruit snacks because I was taking so long at the stove and now he was at the tired phase? (Long thought, sorry, it'll happen again lots though.)

To be a fun mom, I gave them mini cupcakes, but I was sick of cleaning up the full cup of water spill, the upside down cup of applesauce on the tray, smushed pees between Isaac's toes, and my own pots and pans now running in the dishwasher, so they each got their cupcakes nude in the tub. While I was trying to multi-task, Dylan tells me that Isaac made a mess. I expected water to be on the tile, but no - the entire mini cupcake was floating in soggy pieces around my two cute brown boys. Why hadn't I remembered that Isaac was DONE eating?

Anyway, they're in their beds now. Isaac is still crying. He only goes to bed for Steven and Corrie. Waiting 'til he's overly tired isn't working, he's just more tired, snotty, and upset. He lays his head down and is quiet for a little bit, then stands up to let me know the protest is still on.

On a lighter note,

I LOVE Mondays!

Noah is here to keep Isaac company.

I'm not sick of kids b/c we had a weekend with Daddy who helps a lot.

I didn't plan anything for Monday, so anything I get done is a bonus!

I am so happy to see Dylan when Corrie brings him back to me.

Steven brings home dinner, grills, or if we're lucky, I made something.

I don't feel guilty napping w/ Isaac, so he and I both are rested.

No stress!

Oh, and Isaac is curled up on his tummy with his sippy cup of water and I think he's asleep!

I win!

Post Edit along w/ the title:

And I love our house. I love cleaning the pool. It's just that Isaac no longer just hangs out on the steps and occassionally falls in. Now he glides in every chance he gets so I have to stay right by him once I initially jump in to surface him.

I love having a big kitchen. There are so many good things about the house, that I really like staying here. Why go to the park when our back yard is closer and useable?!