And now it's 1 a.m. Apparently I didn't get very far. Today was kind of a lousy day. I blame it on the fact that had to leave the house for my 6 week post delivery check up. It was such a stress that I vowed I am not leaving the house again (during the day of the school week) for the next 3 months. I was going to try and shower before I left, wasn't able to do that, wasn't able to do my hair or makeup or jack cause Owen was crying, so I'm holding him, then Sophi needed help wiping, trying to get int he car so we can go to the appointment, Natalie thinks were leaving for school and is putting stuff in a back pack (that was cute) and she put on her own socks (she's more independent than Sophi) and she wanted shoes on but wanted Lily which are too big, wanted me to help her put them on and then got mad when they didn't stay, so I'm trying to help her with shoes while still trying to hold Owen so he's comfortable, and I just felt like waving the white flag of surrender.
Ok, Owen wants me to publicly recognize that he did finally tall asleep at 10:30, allowing me to fill the garbage cans with pine needles and take them out to the street for garbage day. I always seem to find time for filling the garbage cans (when I don't remember to have the kids do it Tuesday's after school... ) I think it's cause it has a specific date that it has to be done by. Routines, Habits... been thinking about that and how I need to apply it to my life. Maybe I should follow that "today is garbage day" idea for other things in my life. Daily and weekly habits. And a good thing about taking out the trash - when I did, I was able to see these lovely roses, and I even took time to smell them.
I want a toddler pedicure now.