TGIM...

I don't look forward to the weekends as much now that I'm home full-time. They used to symbolize a break, but now that I get no break, they've lost their appeal.

Our weekends are usually a bit more chaotic and filled with to do's that can't be done during the week. Jack's Daddy is home, so we don't normally keep the same routine as we do during the week. This, along with overstimulation can make for a crankier than normal toddler. :)

By Sunday night I'm usually exhausted and looking forward to Monday so I can slow the pace down a bit and get back on schedule. It still sometimes find it funny that I even care about things like "schedules" now. I care about things that I never in my wildest dreams thought that I would care about.

Not that I've changed completely from who I used to be. I'm still the same fun loving, slightly neurotic, bitch I've always been. I guess, now, I'm just more of a fun loving, slightly neurotic MOM.

How I spent my weekend by Hope. (doing shit that I never used to care about)

1) Running Errands (a term I never used before, because I never saved all my shit to do in one day. I just did as I went along because...well I had all the time in the world) Errands consisted of the bank and post office, my two favorite places because it means I've actually sold something and made some money. Getting Gas, Picking up art supplies and photo boxes. Picking up some color wonder markers and finger paints for Jack, and also a new ball. Buying some new work-out clothes for me because I...

2) Joined a Gym. An all women's facility with...CHILDCARE. Which means I will most likely be able to get a full workout in for the first time in months.

3) Organizing ALL my photos in the photo boxes I purchased. I was planning on just doing the photos of Jack to make it easier to work on his scrapbook (that I am 7 months behind on), But... I got carried away.

4) Cleaning out my linen closet because I then needed an easily accessible place to stack all my newly organized photo boxes.

5) Cleaning out/Organizing my own closet because while I was in there getting more photos I realized it was a disaster. My clothes are now neatly arranged and color coordinated. It sounds a bit anal, but I assure you I am NOT. Three months from now it will be back to being a disaster and I'll be fine with it. Then two months after that I will feel the need organize it all again. Yeah. It's a cycle

6) And last but not least, cleaning up/re-organizing my office which I tend to do after I've pumped out a shitload of dolls. When I work I make a mess. I don't clean up as I go. I can't. If I do, I'll stop working.

And there you have it. If you would have told me five years ago, that one weekend in my future would spent doing all of the above I wouldn't have believe you. But here I am.

I should probably mention that the time in between the above activities was spent, feeding Jack, changing Jack, playing with Jack and his new color wonder markers, bathing Jack, reading to Jack, getting frustrated with Jack, dancing with Jack, and putting Jack to bed. I think Jack's Daddy and I may have even said a word or two to each other.

Happy Monday.