It’s taking me a while to find my footing. In Texas, I had a routine. I managed to play with Smushy, clean and have dinner ready almost every night. Sure, there were days when nothing would go right and I was lucky to make it out of my pj’s, but for the most part, I had it together.
Ever since we got here, things have just been off. I work my ass off all day long, just trying to keep my head above water. There are days I don’t sit down until nap time. I’m trying and failing and I can’t figure out how to change it all. I just want to get back in the swing of things where everything is routine and I know what I’m doing. Instead, I’m floundering around over here and everyone is miserable. Mr. Silly seems to think since the house looks like shit I must not be doing anything. I honestly don’t blame him for thinking that, but I AM doing things. It’s so frustrating to work and work and work for nothing. It’s not even the amount of work it is, it’s the fact that despite it all, I’m not getting anywhere.
I have a plan-ish sorta thing. Maybe not so much a plan as a series of ideas to maybe help me at least contain the uncontrollable stuff and keep the common areas decent. I just need to figure this stuff out and do better.
Dude, I have been off my game since I had Morgan. It gradually is getting better, but I miss my old organized self!
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