This one is a little too honest...

Yes. This is allowed. I can just randomly write down whatever come to mind and call it a blog post. It's called a 'Stream of Consciousness' post. Seriously! Just ask MckMama over at mycharmingkids.net! (And, no, I DID NOT run over to her blog just to glance at the word consciousness and make sure I'm spelling it right...and no, I did not remember spell check about 2 seconds after that...)

Anyway, here's the deal. I'm not feeling great tonight. Today was long. I feel tired and overwhelmed. I'm overwhelmed at work and at home. And just so you know, I'm not convinced it's a good idea to blog all these frustrations for all to see, but I am pretty sure I'm not the only working mom that feels these things. And frankly, I'd love to hear about another mom's work/kids/house issues just so I know I'm not alone!  

My work's annual benefit banquet is in 3 weeks so naturally I am on overload at the office, and my house is, well, in shambles. (Yeah, I can think of nicer, less embarrassing words, but shambles sums it up pretty perfectly. Wait...can shambles and perfect be in the same sentence? Hmmm...) It's so discouraging to come home from 10 hours at work to a sink overflowing with dirty dishes, bedrooms that are covered with toys and sippy cups and dirty clothes, and piles of clutter that need sorting. Now before you start wondering why my hubby didn't pick up today while home with kidlets, just know that he had a terrible allergy induced headache all day, and had to deal with a lactose intolerant 4 year old that somehow ingested some unidentified no-no, and was less than pleasant to be around. Being the tired overwhelmed mommy that I am, I of course still felt super annoyed at the state of the house. However, I did manage to pray about said attitude and did not pick a fight with my sick, exhausted hubby! That is really the extent of my evening. The words that come to mind - Tired. Stressed. Messy. Frustration. Deep Breaths. 

Now I am headed to bed. And tomorrow I will wake up to the sweetest little men! They don't notice the mess, they don't notice that mommy isn't the perfect employee, wife, mother, whatever. They just love me. Every morning I wake up to rosy little cheeks and little brown eyes peering at me. "Mommy, can I cuddle with you!?"  Um...yes! I am trying so hard to live each and every day for these little guys, knowing that in 10 years all I will care about it whether I loved them and held on to every single moment. 

So, I am going to publish this rambling, kinda depressing blog post, I am NOT going to proof-read it, and I am going to go have some quality time with my pillow. And I am going to look forward to having my hands very full tomorrow.