I have had on these yoga pants and this teeshirt for three days. I’ve even slept in them.
Wolfgang left for school this morning and I was sitting on the couch with my laptop, and chances are when he comes home, I will still be there. The couch has been my home base for a few days.
See, I have an ENORMOUS to-do list and a ridiculously small amount of time right now.
It’s just me in this house. It’s me to make sure kids go to bed and make sure the bills are paid. It’s me to check homework and sweep the floors (and HOLY BABY BEYONCÉ, who put so much floor in this house??). It’s me to remember the appointments and write the “honey-do” list and then DO THE HONEY-DO LIST.
I don’t have a huge team of people standing next to me, helping with housework and child-raising and money-earning.
I’m ok with it about 98% of the time. I’ve got this. I am a MASTER of single parenting. (Mostly).
I can keep everything straight, but sometimes the wheels come off.
And right now, there’s a lot going on.
I have had some really bad episodes in the past, where I don’t know what to do so I don’t do anything.
But I have learned. I prioritize when I get overwhelmed, doing things in order of importance before I run out of energy.
Sometimes, decisions have to be made if I want to get business taken care of.
I know that from Sunday night to Wednesday morning every other week, I don’t have much opportunity to see other human beings. So if I need to knuckle down and knock out a bunch of stuff, I can kinda forgo basic public social things like putting on makeup or brushing my hair or sometimes changing my clothes.
In the last 3 days, I have mopped the floors upstairs once (SERIOUSLY SO MUCH FLOOR), swept twice, cleaned off the coffee table (a vortex of clutter and chaos) three times, cleaned out my office, scrubbed the bathroom, took a carload to Goodwill, went to church, made 5 meals, made almond milk and almond flour, roasted a chicken, took a bath, did my nails, deep conditioned my hair, did a face mask and watered all the plants. Oh, and I worked my full time job and wrote two blog posts.
And that’s my secret, actually, of how I “get it all done”. Sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes it’s just too much and I don’t change my clothes. Single parenting is hard.
I really need to change my clothes.