Half Made

Do you ever have those days where everything you do gets half done?

I'm in the middle of one.

I could walk into any room in the house and find something that was left half done. I have great intentions when I start, and then someone starts fighting/making a mess/wants to play outside/is hungry/needs me to hold a piece of the bathroom sink/take the kids out of the bathroom/go to Lowes (AGAIN)/make a phone call, and on and on. So the project is left. And when I finish referring a fight/cleaning a mess/putting on shoes/going outside/feeding/assembling/entertaining/shopping/talking/etc. etc. I am in a different room and I see a project that needs finishing. One that I started hours ago. So I start the attempt to finish and the whole cycle starts over again.

I feel so scattered in my thinking, half hearted on my attempts (because who knows when I'll finish) and almost near the point of wondering 'why bother?' . I need a boost of energy and a houseful of secret elves to help me plow through the clutter and laundry. Instead I'm stuck with a de-caff root beer and a houseful of slightly taller less neat disaster creating children. Oops gotta run, there has been a toy-nado sighting, toy-nado Eli just passed through their bedroom in a hurry.

Ouch that really hurt!

Today Gabe told me I was a bad mom and that he hated me. I hope he actually meant that he hated that I was enforcing rules and following through with consequences.