Wipe, Sweep, Repeat

I am tired.

Noah’s new found never ending amount of energy is leaving me worn completely out. I swear, when he actually stars walking, I am doomed.

Husband has been home most of the morning today and has gotten a little dose of what I’ve suddenly began to deal with. Since we returned home from Alabama 2 weeks ago, Noah has turned into a toddler. Where on EARTH did my sweet little baby go? The one that would sit quietly in the floor and play for a little while without really making noise? He vanished! And was replaced by this busy, rambunctious, curious little explorer who is terrorizing my house.

Not that I didn’t know this was coming. I did have a slight inclination that my child would hit this stage. I just didn’t realize it would be so soon. I swear it feels like he was just born. And now he is keeping me steadily busy. With no time to spare in between my suddenly hectic and unorganized schedule. I am working on getting into some sort of routine. Atleast, one that’s slightly better than what I’ve got going on right now.

Currently, my days begin at 5:30. Atleast that’s what time the husband gets out of bed and I wake up. However, I usually don’t force myself to crawl get out of bed until 5:45. Then I make the husband lunch, ship him off to work and fight with myself to stay up. Why not go back to bed, you ask? Because I am priviledged to have an early bird on my hands. I swear he gets it from his daddy because I could sleep till 10 every morning and it never phase me. But, not my son. He’s bright eyed and bushy tailed no later than 7:00 every. single. morning. And it’s usually closer to 6:30 than 7:00. So then it’s breakfast, clean the kitchen from the mess made at breakfast, playtime & cartoons, nap at 10:30, lunch, clean the kitchen from the mess made at lunch, bath, playtime, nap again. By this time, it’s nearly 2:00 which leaves me with about an hour and a half or 2 hours to shower & get myself dressed, tidy up the house, blog, and relax.

I noticed today that I spend most of my day re-doing things. I’m starting to give up the idea of a nice, clean, tidy home. Not that my house is dirty. Quite the opposite actually. I keep a very organized house. I can’t live in it any other way. But I find myself repeating many chores throughout the day. Wiping the counters off in the kitchen. Sweeping the floors. Washing dishes. Doing laundry [ugh. I literally abhor laundry]. Picking up toys. Fixing juice. Giving baths. Rinsing food and other strange, unknown items out of said tub. It’s exhausting. By the end of the day, I am praying that I can get Noah in the bed by 7:00 so I have an hour or 2 to sit and do nothing.

Like right now, I have a phone call that I need to make and the husband keeps bugging me about it. My time is precious. I mean very precious. Like, every moment needs to be alloted so that I can get the most out of it, kind of precious. I have probably 2 hours at the most [unless the planets line up right and Noah decided to sleep for more than 2 hours. Those days are glorious!] to do what I need to do. And right now, today, I don’t want to spend a second of my time on the phone. Instead, here I sit, doing one of the things that I love the most. Blogging.

I swear it’s better than therapy. Helps me to relax my mind and let go of some tension. So, for now, I blog. Husband goes back to work to log some night hours on the boat at 4:30, leaving me with little man for the evening. My plans? Early supper, bath, and have the baby in bed no later than 7:30. And for me? I’ll join you guys here in the blogosphere for a little while, catch up on some of your posts that I need to get around to. Then, pop a Chick flick in the DVD player, snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie. And study “Romans” in my pretty new pink Bible. {I am such a girl…I love pink & brown. And now I have a Bible that color!}