A day in the life

Yesterday...

I decided to be productive and rearrange my room, which included moving two nightstands, a king size bed, two dressers (well, one dresser I could only move three inches and had to have John finish) and a bookshelf by myself. I then moved on to Trevan's room.

We have been redecorating since the beginning of the summer, and it is still not done, and Trevan's room was suffering considerably. So, it needed the major overhaul, reorganization, etc. So, that's what I did then I leave them in the room to finish putting away all the toys. I go back a little while later, and Trevan's clothes were emptied from his drawers, baskets of toys were dumped out, etc. etc. All the work I had just done was pointless. (At that moment John calls and says he is going to be late coming home, bad timing.) We start picking up and Mallary was hindering our efforts, so I put her in her room and then I go back to Trevan's and put away all of his clothes (for the second time). Then, I go and check on Mallary and she had gotten the baby wipes, and "blown" her nose on all of them. I take those away and go back to help Trevan. A few minutes later, I go back in to check on Mallary and she had reached in the changing table drawer and pulled out diaper rash stuff and had it smeared in her hands, a little on her face, a little on the drawer and had the tube covered. So, I cleaned that up and then brought her back to Trevan's room.

I fed the kids waffles for dinner.

We then cleaned up the living room.

Next, we cleaned up Mallary's room. (Let me remind you I have basically been traveling for the last few months, so everything needs a good cleaning)

I put Mallary to bed.

I finished helping Trevan put away all of his toys that we brought upstairs from the living room, and then put him to bed.

He said his prayers, and included in those prayers, "please help me keep my room clean." I said to myself, "yes, please." I read him two books, tucked him into his sleeping bag, (because he peed in his bed the night before and I hadn't washed everything yet, and didn't feel like making up the bed) and kissed him good night.

I go downstairs at 8:03, turn on the TV, start to put together one of Mallary's puzzles; the last of the toys to be put away, and I hear the garage door open and John walks through the door.

I put the ingredients for dinner next to the stove, gave him a few instructions, then went and crashed on the couch.

I was beat.