Today was one of those days that just doesn't seem to ever end. I'm pretty accustomed to being a bit behind with everything but I've gotten seriously behind and today its become too apparent for even me to ignore.
The laundry pile on my dresser that I am refusing to look at even though I cant really see the wall behind it any longer? It fell. On my daughter. Evidently a stuffed cat of hers had somehow become buried or tunneled in or whatever, but she saw the tail and tugged. Honestly, I couldn't find her for a minute. I could hear her screaming but I couldn't tell where she was because it was so muffled. By the giant pile of neglected laundry. It was clean laundry though, so no worries. Eventually our cat sniffed her out and I just grabbed a foot and tugged. She popped right out. The laundry is still there, looking smug. Drat. Now that I know its dangerous I'm going to have to fold that stuff.
Tuesday is dance night, which roughly translates to - scrounge around for a pair of tights that don't have holes or dirty knees, stuff wriggling 3 yr old into said tights, frantically look for tutu that was under 3 yr olds bed where she stuffed it so I wouldnt know she was playing with her dance tutu thats supposed to stay in her dance bag. Scrounge for a pair of gym pants for me (because dance class is thankfully at our gym) that simultaneously make me look amazingly fit and have that "these old things?" vibe. Stuff something resembling a healthy meal for my daughter into her bag since she will insist on staying a "super long time" in the daycare room at the gym after class where she eats more of her dinners than I think I'm willing to admit. Bundle up, drive to gym, strip bundles off mama and twirling toddler, wish for spring, rinse, wash, and repeat. Long story short, I'm pooped. No, I'm super long time pooped.
My baby girl is amazingly sweet though and that sometimes makes up for everything. The girls line up on the wall when dance class is over and wait while all the moms come in to chat with the teacher. Tonight though, Emma broke rank and ran over to me to give me a leg hug and kiss and tell me, b/c I hadnt heard it in 45 minutes, "I lub you mama" before running back over to stand sweetly in line with the other girls. Melt.
I was so touched that I forgot, for the whole ride home- all 7 minutes, about the lurking piles of stuff waiting at home. I'm behind on my orders, my goals list, housework (okay, I dont actually do housework much, but I'm behind on even feeling guilty about it), products that need photographed, my to do list, my might actually do list, eating food....you get the idea.
Thankfully the day has finally come to a much anticipated end, even though that damn lambchop song is stuck in my head now, I'm grateful for all the wonders this and every day has brought . I'm off to bed for some much needed beauty sleep. Wish me luck, I have to get past that dangerous laundry avalanche to get to my bed. I hope my husband made it okay...