My Derailed Life

You know, it just goes to show that what's important in life is not the laundry.

A few weeks ago, I wrote a couple of posts about how I was getting it together and why that was important to me and my family. I still believe everything I wrote...but then it hit the fan and I was in the hospital and I've been recuperating ever since. It's not that I can't do anything at all. I am just utterly without energy.

You how they say, "If it's not one thing, it's another."? Well, if it's not one thing, it's another. Life has been happening this month, and it's been happening so fast that I can't take any time to keep our Life in order. I'll be darned if I've loaded the dishwasher more than once a week in the last month. Or folded the laundry before Malachi tosses it piece by piece onto the (dirty) floor, over and over again. We just started using cloth diapers again this week and I'm thinking I may have jumped the gun a little bit.

I am at the point where, if I could just get caught up, I could stay caught up. But I just can't get there! I even had a mother's helper come over twice to watch Malachi while I cleaned. Both times, shortly after she came, things with the house became so urgent that I had to stop everything I was doing and make phone calls and send faxes and scan documents and send emails and a frantic pace so the whole kaboodle didn't fall through. Good thing she was there.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, "Oh well". Oh well if I can't keep things in order. I've been taking care of my sick-for-the-first-time baby. He sounds like a lifelong smoker with his hack that keeps him up at night. He's been napping in the mei tai, and we sleep sitting up for the first few hours of the night. So needless to say, I am sleep deprived.

Oh well if I step on a block every time I turn around. I don't have time to pick them up for the 15th time today that Malachi dumped them. I'm busy calling my realtor, and my mortgage consultant, and my underwriter (and list goes on) so that we can get this house.

Sometimes, something's gotta give. In fact, most of the time something's gotta a give. And then there are times that everything's gotta give just so that you can keep your life hanging by a thread.

I am so looking forward to closing on Wednesday. This is our 4th scheduled closing but I think it's gonna stick this time (please, God). But I know that just starts another round of crazy-making with Joshua working on the house every spare moment, with me being an almost-single mama for the next four months. Deep breaths. it'll be over soon. And then we'll move on to the next thing. Hopefully that will include a nice long sit on our new front porch (maybe with a margarita).

Here's a cute picture of Malachi to make us both smile.