Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Piling Up!

I am not an introvert by any means, although I do like my alone time and I am a homebody, but I also need people and to socialize.  Mind you, working in a school and being responsible for 24 babies every day mostly fills that need, but I do like to get out and have a good time.

This weekend, I attended the previously mentioned Bar Mitzvah, which took up all morning AND evening.  A basketball game for The Boy squeezed in between meant I was only home for about 4 hours Saturday, during which time I fed my children and took a nap!

Sunday found us at church, then swinging by my sister Evie's for baby snuggles and to make her dinner now that we were finally all healthy again. That dern niece of mine slept for almost two hours, so we were there way longer than I expected.  We got home just in time to change and head over to a friend's for pre-Superbowl flag football, which I actually played! ~Mamma scored a Touchdown!~  Time at home: 30 minutes!

I didn't have a chance to clean the house, or do the laundry or even run the stinkin' dishwasher and the huge bag of work stuff I brought home: sat by the door all weekend without ever being touched.


I'm not sorry I went to any of these activities.  It's unfortunate that everything fell in the same weekend, but I wouldn't have missed the Bar Mitzvah, or the basketball game, or seeing my new niece, or the Superbowl for anything. It was nice to catch up with friends, but wow is it hard to start Monday morning with a dirty house and a pile of unfinished work.

Makes it hard not to feel completely overwhelmed.

I'm not really sure the point of this post, other than that I was hoping getting it out would be some sort of release.  I did get home early Monday night and with no activities for the children, got the laundry folded, the floor mopped and the dishwasher run and unloaded, but I still haven't touched the school work. It just keeps piling up!

12 comments:

Cyndy Newsome said...

It will all still be there when you get around to tackling it !

Heather said...

I have a love/hate relationship with those type of weekends. Full of all sorts of good things, but there are things at home that need to get done so that the week functions smoothly (and so we can feel better). We are looking at a snow day here on Friday because of a big snow storm so I am hoping to get caught up then - of course my husband will be in Baltimore - scheduled to come home that afternoon (probably not going to happen), but that is a whole other story.

Diane said...

I am an introvert so just reading about your weekend wore.me.out! I hope you get some downtime soon.

Blond Duck said...

I would need a vacation from that weekend.

Slamdunk said...

You scoring a touchdown? Awesome and congrats!

I am waiting for the live action photos of the game to be posted. Hehe.

Di said...

I've realized I'm never actually going to get caught up so I settle for "good enough".

The Dose of Reality said...

I definitely feel like weekends like that leave me very depleted on Monday! ;)

Shell said...

Weekends like that leave me needing a break! We had lots of fun things this past weekend, but by the end of it, I was done in.

Cyndy Newsome said...

It will all still be there when you get around to tackling it !

Mimi B said...

Man, I hear you. I've been busy and so much other stuff is piling up!! We'll get caught up one day, right?! =)

Aleta said...

The house is a never ending mess to clean. I have come to realize something though that makes me giggle. Well, first, I need to preempt this by saying... I can't stand to cook! But I clean well.

So, when Greg and I dated, he was always amazed at my clean kitchen. (cough) Easy to maintain when one doesn't cook....

But Greg cooks and very well, I might add. But he will not cook in a dirty kitchen. And he doesn't clean. So, we're a good match. If I want a delicious meal, I just need to clean up after his mess and wow, does he leave a mess... It just makes me giggle, because I've tried out my theory, if I leave the mess, to see if he'll clean or cook in the mess, forget it.

Adrienne said...

I know what you mean! It always seems like plans are feast of famine.