So much to do, so little time.

Okay, so I knew having a child would take up a lot of my time.  But what I didn't realize is how busy my life was to begin with.  Some of my friends told me that I was going to have to slow down but I didn't the understand what they meant.  Boy, do I know now! 
The biggiest change for me is the fact that I can't just stop on the way home from work or run out at midnight to Walmart for those last minute "got to have" things.  You know, like powdered sugar to finish the icing on a cake, deodorant to finish packing for a trip, or paper that's on sale at AC Moore.  And I don't just mean that I don't have time before I have to pick Charlie up.  Or that Rocky can't listen out for him while I run out.  But I find myself missing and loving him so much that my heart won't let me steal myself away.
Then there's the whole "clean the house" thing.  By the time I get home, change clothes into my new found oh not so sexy Mommyware, take the dog with the crossed legs out, and start to pick up around the house, it's time to start dinner.  And about halfway through cooking, Charlie's jumperoo has once again magically "called the poo".  Baby Einstein should market their jumperoos as an anti-constipation toy.  Every time Charlie gets in that thing, here comes muddy butt.  And once you get him out, he thinks it's time to play.  And once again my ol' ticker gets overwhelmed with emotion and I can't put him back down.  Meanwhile, the local fire department is knocking on my door to make sure the burning smell doesn't need their attention.
And vacations, don't even get Rocky started.  Every time we go somewhere, he gets onto me about the 5 suitcases I take for something, or should I say someone, who is only 2 feet tall.  But he just doesn't understand how much gear is required for me to keep my sanity.  Oh, it has nothing to do with what the baby needs.  It's all about Momma.  If I want to actually enjoy my vacation, I have to take 15 things that the baby can play with 'cause after 15 minutes, he's ready to move on to the next thing.  Thanks Mr. Aries!  Don't know why you couldn't make your babies self entertaining.
Where was I....oh yeah, the fire department.  So, Daddy finally gets home, we eat, and put the baby to bed.  Now this is the time when I should pick up the toys, do the laundry, mop the floors, etc.  But all I really want to do is close my eyes.  I don't even have to lay down.  I can do it standing up.  Really, I can.  I've perfected the art over the last few months.  As a Mom, you learn to do what you can, when you can, and if you can't, you step over it, kick it in the corner, or throw it out and buy a new one.  If you can get to the store that is...

Until next time...peace out peeps!