- I let the the kitchen counter gets covered in dirty dishes, pots, and pans — quite an achievement considering we’re hardly cooking anything since we’re getting food contributions from neighbours and still have a cooler full of frozen meals.
- I’m starting to hate Mondays and Thursday because I try to keep the kids from under Michael’s feet all day (because he’s working) and then I have them all evening (because he’s at band).
- I sometimes let the baby cry in the swing or in her bed while I finish reading my blog feed.
- I sometimes go for three days without showering. My most recent shower (not saying when it was) involved the baby in a seat outside the shower stall and the toddler on the floor of the shower. This kind of thing does not make me eager to have another shower even though I hate the way my hair feels.
- I don’t eat enough fruits and veggies and I don’t drink enough fluids. I’m totally aiming for hemorrhoids and kidney stones.
- The baby spends a lot of her non-sleeping time in her swing cradle. Sometimes I wonder whether she’s not getting enough human contact.
- I’ll wear the same clothes for a week. Even the socks.
- The baby hardly ever gets any tummy time. She doesn’t like it and I can’t stand more crying when most days I already have an emotional toddler, too.
- My blog is neglected, leaving far-away family out of the loop of my kids’ lives.
- Some days I don’t let the toddler wear panties even if she asks for them because I know she’s not going to pee in the potty and I just don’t want to deal with another panty-load of poo. Just. Can’t. Do. It.
- I have been very bad about giving the baby her Vitamin D every day. She hasn’t had a dose in over a week.
- Many afternoons, I have no idea how to fill the time with my (almost) 3-year-old. The amount of television (or online videos) she has watched in the last three months surpasses the amount of television she got for the entire first two and a half years of her life.
Don’t worry. I know I’m not really a bad mother. On days when I’ve had plenty of sleep and the girls’ schedules are meshing, I think, “Hey, this isn’t so tough after all. Even if the laundry and filing isn’t getting done…” Other days, I feel like a drudge with an uninspiring to do list a mile long and zero human contact. Guess what kind of day this is?
