When I catch myself saying things like, “Maybe I wish I were a stay-at-home mom,” you know things have gotten out of hand. I have reached that point of over-extension where the grass looks greener on every other side of every other fence.
Pardon the Mormon swears, but I feel like I am doing a half-butted job of about 9 different things. I have 4 and half butts worth of projects going on at the moment, and it’s beating me down.
One such half-butt is that my boys’ preschool teacher asked me to be room mother. I absolutely said yes because I felt like I was the most absentee, zombie mother for both years Fluffy went to that preschool while I was consumed by twinfancy. It is definitely my turn to give back by making play dough signups and collecting money for the various teacher appreciation gifts.
Tomorrow is not a teaching day for me, so maybe I should get out my killer saw and start notching my baseboards so I can hang some of the trim that I’ve spent so much time painting in the garage. But I also have an audition and a performance to rehearse for, and a whole lot of working out to do at the behest of Bhawoh my personal torturer at the gym. But if I’m being honest, as much fun as that all sounds, I kind of want to hang out with my sons again at a museum. We had so much fun last Friday at the National Museum of Natural History even though I got nothing else done.
So now we know what it takes to make me want to be a stay-at-home mom. I just need to be so over-committed that the mere thought of opening up my Evernote implementation of Getting Things Done makes me physically ill.
On a lighter note, Mary Kate and Ashley pictured here are managing to keep their spirits high throughout their entire practice session.