I know it's "just a phase..."
How many times can I hear that from someone, or think it myself?
But, in the meantime, I'm going crazy. Total BAT-SHIT, Momma's lost her marbles, CRAZY!
I've been on this kick lately to actually get our house organized, things donated, cleaned out, etc. I am taking no prisoners. If it's on the floor, it's gone. If you left it out, it's in the trash. In other words---pick up your SHIT.
Of course, all of this coincides with Nasha...or as I have called her lately, the DESTROYER. No matter what I do, she destroys things! A bin I just organized, dumped out. A drawer I just organized, contents strewn everywhere. She goes though cabinets, she empties drawers, she spills stuff every where. Marker bins are opened and thrown everywhere. I'm not getting ahead...I'm drowning in all this messy crap. I'm going totally nuts.
Before you call Child Protection---I know it's just a phase. But, I'm going crazy! I can't get anything done all day!
I have this weird fascination now, since I'm not working at a "real, yes, I get paid everyday" job...to make sure I am "earning my keep" by really cleaning up the house, making a delicious dinner every night, basically trying to be a supermom. It's about all I can do everyday to not check myself into a hotel! Even as I try to type this, Nasha is continually unplugging my laptop. I try to keep her busy. We play, dance, read books, etc. But anytime I TRY to do any type of chore, her destruction begins!
Yes, I love my baby. She's awesome. But sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I was alone in this house so I could have a little peace. And now I feel like a whiner.
Great.
