Kids, the Ultimate Excuse to Not do Housework

I think she's attempting to be productive

What is it with trying to get work done that infuriates the hell out of my children?  My kids can be the sweetest most well behaved children that ever lived.  They play together, entertain each other and over all, leave me to my own devices.  That is, of course, as long as my "own devices" means sitting on the floor in the same room as them.  God forbid I try to get a load of laundry done!

Well, that's never gonna happen

I've been trying to write this blog for roughly 20 minutes and in that 20 minutes.  I have had to get one ice cream, two waters, one cheese stick, changed Netflix to Diego, changed Netflix to Dora, changed it back to Diego, move from the couch in front of Diego to the couch in the playroom 3 times, had three mini meltdowns over play dough and only one of my precious baby angels is even awake right now!

Ugh!  Days like this I think about all the things I could have done as a single person and how hard I thought it was to get things done then.  What a joke!  As a mom I have to do six times as much work with six times less time to do it in.  And I am a stay-at-home mom!  I don't know how you do it if you have to also work at a job!  Props to you!  I guess I can get a lot of stuff done if I'm ok with listening to my kids scream the entire time I am doing it.  For example...

Last week I had a fundraiser at my house which was awesome!  The clean up before hand?  Not so much.  I started Monday for the Saturday affair.  And good thing I did because I would never have had a solid three hour block to do everything in.  It turns out that as a mom, whatever you need to get done can only take you 5-10 minutes before it becomes more work then its worth.

Forget having a phone conversation.  (giggle*)  Even the idea of having a conversation using the phone conjures up images of Seinfeld when George's parents try to call him.  I have literally done loops in my backyard with my kids following behind me screaming at the top of their lungs like some twisted game of follow-the-leader just to make a dentist appointment.

His face says it all

And if you have single friends that call you, that is, if you still have single friends that tolerate you at all; they either thing you are making up the fact that your kids scream all the time or they just stop calling you because they don't want to listen to you berate your kids for 15 out of the 20 minutes that they've got you on the phone.  I am lucky enough to have a couple of single friends that have no problem with the sound of a baby pterodactyl screeching in the background.  I am so grateful!

We can make this crap up

Don't even talk to me about having to get stuff done on the computer.  You might be checking your mail, making appointments, paying the bills, researching the next schooling assignment, finding a recipe for dinner, logging your workouts, checking your Facebook, buying movie tickets, and updating your calendar all at the same time but all your kids see you doing is sitting down looking relaxed.  Red flag!  That is an immediate code red in a toddlers eyes.  Code Red means two things.  Lots of noise and tears.  From you or them, it doesn't matter.  As long as there is lots of it.

So you figure, I'll put on a movie that will distract them for a least a half hour.  Especially if it's Dora!  All they ask to do all day is watch Dora anyway, this will be perfect.  They'll be happy because they get to have their crack... I mean favorite tv show, and you'll be happy because they'll stay out of your hair while you check your mail or pay some bills.  Nope.  This is the only time Dora is not working her magic.  Her espanol is not engrossing your child like she's on hallucinogenics.  Why?  WHY? Oh the humanity!

Trippin balls

In the time it has taken me to write the rest of this blog my princess has asked me for 6 different things, to change Diego to Dora (again), made me cover her with a blanket, asked me to play with play dough (again), has fake cried at my feet for 6 minutes, asked me to take her to the bathroom (which she has been doing on her own since she was three) and has now resigned herself to just saying my name over and over again while she lays at my feet...

And Dora is on!

sigh*

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