Due to the fact that I had to throw both kids in the bath for the SECOND time this morning (Jane stepped in fresh doggy doo, and while cleaning that up, I found Asher in a separate mess) I decided I needed to do what I'd meant to do for months: Yoga. I should have known what would happen.
What I was attempting:
What I actually got:
Everyday I try to plan out what I want to accomplish, only to have it fall pitifully short. So I set my sights a little lower...and lower...and lower. There are days when I think to myself, "I want to get the kitchen cleaned, do a load of laundry, make some art with Jane, and tidy up the family room. But if I just get the family room tidy, that will be good enough!" Then, at the end of the day, I look around and realize not only is the family room nowhere close to tidy, but parts of the house that
were clean are now a total disaster.
Sigh. Sigh. DOUBLE SIGH. But I wouldn't change it for anything. I love my kids and their crazy antics. I love them during the messes and the whining. And I especially love them when they show their sweet, sensitive selves to me. Yoga, cleaning, and sanity can wait.
