Reality

Thanks to a dear friend from church, Melanie inspired me to write about my life in reality.....
Melanie, I hope to goodness your day gets better and the kids get some rest :)

So my weekend was pretty good, relaxation in Bay City with my mom. We had a couple of cook offs to attend, and Emrie participated in a stick horse race and "ate it" as she was coming up on the finish line. She came up with a mouth and face full of dirt! But she did it with a smile on her face (pictures to come soon) :)
So relaxed at mom's this weekend, got home Sunday morning before church and realized the house was so messy, so much needed to be done and I felt like I was going to puke the whole way home from Bay City. I walk in the house, dishes all in the sink, the dishwasher was full of clean dishes (now how hard is it to put the dishes up when they are clean? ), the carpet was dirty, the dog went potty on the floor, my bed wasn't made (I hate coming home to an unmade bed), the toilets needed scrubbed, Emrie's room has clothes everywhere (they are all folded, but I'm too lazy to put them away where they go), her game room needs to be vacuumed, the spare room needs clean sheets on the bed, Paylie's room still needs to be finished, clothes on the couch that needed to be folded, it was 10:00a and we needed to leave the house in 45 min for church. Don't forget I'm still about to puke! So I jump in the bathtub, Emrie is upstairs watching TV and playing, I'm trying to hurry and bathe since I only have 45 min. to get myself and Emrie ready, I'm about to puke in the tub, so I holler for Drew, he is still unloading the car and making the kitchen and entry way even more messy than it already was, I'm still hollering for him to bring me something to puke in so I don't get my bath water all gross. He doesn't hear me! He is outside talking to the neighbor who just had a baby Friday night, I get myself under control and remember that we are having company over right after church! Oh My Heck! That means all the mess that was in the house has to be cleaned and myself and Emrie dressed in 45 minutes. And I'm still about to puke :)
Drew comes in-Finally! takes a shower and I start yelling at him about how I'm pregnant, not feeling well, and the house is messy and alot of it is his fault and he looks at me and says, "stay home and rest" then about 10 seconds later "and try and get the house cleaned so it's not so messy"
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I start yelling again about cleaning the house, how he needs to help, blah, blah. He then realizes he said the wrong thing to me. "I'm sorry honey, I'll clean the house, you stay home from church and rest, and we will get the house clean before our company arrives," he stays home, helps me clean and he made it in time for the last hour of church.
Moral of the story: Melanie I think all our lives are crazy 99% of the time and as Mothers we just dust our hands off and keep on truckin'! I LOVE MY FAMILY AND MY LIFE, even if my house isn't perfect all the time! :)