In an effort to get a handle on things around here, yesterday I decided to start with cleaning the kitchen.
While cleaning the kitchen, I noticed the bananas were in such a state as to make the perfect banana bread... and I just wanted them off my counter. So I stopped cleaning and made banana bread.
While making bread, I figured that since I was already cooking, I might as well cook up the chicken for dinner that night. So I started cooking chicken.
Then Claira made it known that she was hungry, so I stopped to feed her. After that I realized she really needed a bath. So I gave her a bath.
While getting her dressed, I looked around my bedroom and decided I hated the way it felt so cluttered, I then decided to move my computer, desk, and anything office related downstairs.
But first I needed to clear off the work space Hubby had made for me in the storage room. So I started organizing that.
Then I realized the chicken was done and needed to be diced. So I stopped cleaning and diced chicken. After that was done the banana bread was also done, and the kids were hungry, so I fed them lunch.
When they were satisfied, I finished clearing off the work space in the storage room and moved my computer downstairs.
Then got distracted after I turned it on by emails and an intense game of facebook scrabble between my mom, myself, and my sisters.
I know, we live on the edge.
After Claira had a diaper blowout, I remembered that I still had wet laundry in the washer, so I went to go switch it over but then realized that the dryer was still full. So I emptied the dryer and threw all the clean blankets on the couch.
A fight broke out in my bedroom so I went in to shoo the kids out, and since I was already in there, started moving office stuff downstairs. But then I ended up sorting though all the papers to throw out what we didn't need anymore.
That was interrupted by hungry children, diaper changing duties, mini splash parks on my kitchen floor, and a rather intense fight over a blanket.
In the middle of all that, the doorbell rang and some friends had stopped by, much to the everlasting delight of my children.
So while we moms were chatting, I noticed the kitchen was still a disaster, mostly because it was covered in banana bread crumbs, and all my clean laundry was in a nice big heap in the middle of the living room floor.
Then I also realized it was almost dinner time. So I started working on that... again.
And so, by the time Hubby came home and helped me move the computer desk downstairs, dinner was half made, the kitchen half cleaned, the bedroom half destroyed, the storage room half organized, the laundry half done, and the family room downstairs in total chaos.
On such days, I try to make myself feel better by telling myself I am simply following the counsel of "moderation in all things."
Aside from the total chaos in the family room and the banana bread, I don't think I completed a dang thing yesterday.