I'm slumpy. In a slump. Slumpy, slump, slump. And I don't know why, or what my problem is, but I'm completely annoyed with myself for being such a schmuck.
I think I've organized myself into a rut of massive proportions and I need to shake things up a bit. For example, for every day of the week, I have given myself different jobs to do so that I stay on top of everything that I have to accomplish day in and day out. Today is Wednesday which for me means cleaning all the bathrooms and doing the kitchen floor. Yesterday was Tuesday, laundry and dusting. Tomorrow, Thursday, vacumming and decluttering. You get the point.
Normally, I love this schedule because it allows me to keep a clean and organized house without ever getting too far behind and thus ending up overwhelmed, but as of yesterday, I started to feel like the maid. Make breakfast for five, clean up breakfast for five. Make school lunch. Shuttle everyone around, to Maya, to preschool, back home again. Lunch for four, clean up for four. Wipe noses. Zip jackets. Onto dinner, making something everyone likes but low-cal and healthy. More cleanup. Oversee homework and piano practice. Read scriptures. Say prayers. Into bed. Only to start again today.
Don't get me wrong...I LOVE MY LIFE. I am so grateful to get to do what I do and I know I have an amazing family. But sometimes your life catches up with you and you start to feel like your watching your life go by through a window in a house you don't recognize.
The good thing about my slump is that I am great at getting myself out of it. I know that most likely, maybe even in an hour or two, something will happen and I will be reminded of how lucky I am to get to be mom and that I have bathrooms to clean. In the meantime, I've got some floors to scrub.