A quick note on my day today.  I spent the weekend in Michigan hosting my sister’s Bridal Shower.  It was a great time and went really well.  I had to get to the airport this morning by 6am EST (which is 5am “my time”).  I spent the night at my mom’s house in the bedroom I grew up in.  After a horrible night’s sleep (my mom does not have air conditioning), just like old times, my mom came into my room to wake me up 5 minutes before my alarm went off.  I said “MOOOOOOOMMMMM, I have an alarm set!”.  She left me alone, I hit snooze, and she came back 3 minutes before the second alarm went off.  I said “AAHHH, I’m not washing my hair today!  I will be ready on time!”.  I made it to the airport, flew back to Minnesota, and planned to work from home while our nanny took care of the kids.  That way I could see them, not have to worry about being in the office after a long weekend/early morning, and crank a bunch of shit out.

Mark picked me up at the airport at 7:30am with both kids with him.  I thought that was odd.  Where was our nanny?  Why weren’t the kids home with her? Panic struck me.  Was my whole plan of a quiet day catching up and knocking things out NOT going to happen?!?!?  I was hoping he was going to say that the kids missed me so much that they wanted to go with him to pick me up.  Nope.  Our nanny wasn’t feeling well.  She came to our house on time this morning, but Mark sent her home to get some rest.  She’s awesome, so nothing against her, but my whole day just got flipped upside down.  So now I am sitting here, trying to get a ton of work done after being gone the past few days, while the kids are running rampant around the house.  I heard some noises in the kitchen, and just found this:

FML.

I realize as I walk into the living room, it looks like this:

On top of that, Mark threw his back out this weekend while he was home with all three kids, so nothing besides keeping everyone alive happened around the house.  Remember, we’re “clean on Sundays” kind of people.  So I feel like I am sitting here trying to work, while everything that needs to be tended to is staring me in the eyes.  “Oh, hey piled up dishes!”  “How was your weekend dirty bathrooms?”  “What Mr. Vaccum?  You want to come out and play?”.  Oh yeah, and then there’s the my sweet kiddos that want nothing more than their mom to pay attention to them.  Needless to say, I am not doing a good job at taking care of anything that needs my attention today.

Some days I feel like I can do it all, but some days (like today) being imperfect sucks and I feel like I can’t do anything at all.