I Need More Time!

What do you mean that it is the middle of the week already? I swear, I am about the most disorganized person in the whole world. I walked around all morning thinking it was Tuesday. It was not. It’s already Wednesday. I missed a whole day? Ever get that feeling? Ever feel like you have so much to do that you can’t keep track of anything?

It gets worse the older I get. Now I know that I did about 17 loads of laundry the other day. Couldn’t have been more than 2 days ago. This morning, my husband says, “I don’t have any clean socks.” How in the heck? Has it been that long? Is he bringing them to work and giving them to his friends to wear? I peek down the basement stairs and gasp at the giant pile of laundry down there that has obviously been piling up for at least a week. We have a laundry chute in our bathroom. A wonderful, convenient device. Only problem? I forget it’s there! I keep hoping the laundry fairy will grab things as we throw them down the chute and magically place them neatly folded back into my drawers. It never happens.

And my desk. HAHAHAHAHA. I am lucky I can even find my keyboard under the pile of mail, books, toys, things I took away from the puppy so she wouldn’t chew on, a couple empty popcans and a baseball and some air freshener, a box of wipes…hey…who’s stuff is this??? I couldn’t have left all of this here?

My kitchen. Ha. solved that problem. Our doorway between our kitchen and living room is open, airy and bright. I can see my kitchen from my desk. Oh gosh, looking at the desk is bad enough. I went Menards, bought a door and some hinges, and whew….there’s that kitchen problem solved.

Now, this is just the inside of the house. Now add in a husband, three kids, two dogs, one new puppy, a cat and wrestling, boy scouts, preschool, open houses and pack meetings and friend’s birthday parties and religious education classes, doctor’s appointments and trips to the grocery store, library, mall, Walmart, and on and on and on. And that doesn’t even include working on the website!

What was God thinking when he only gave Moms 24 hours in each day? I think this is the ultimate proof that He has a delightful sense of humor. I want to start a petition to God to allow me an extra 8 hours after my children are safely tucked in bed. 8 hours to clean, organize, pay bills, take a shower, get some work done, do laundry before my husbands feet freeze, actually speak to my husband without anyone giving me a booger, wanting to show me something, no one tattling, the works!! Can you imagine? Oh, and I might even use a couple of those hours to sleep.

Someday, I swear, I am going to hire a housekeeper. I already told my husband that is first on my wish list when we can afford it. Until that day, please don’t laugh when you look at my desk.

Until next time…


Jenny Wanderscheid
Founder & CEO ChildFun, Inc


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