Frazzle-Makers

Why is it that moms out in the world seem so crazed?  So frazzled?  So late all the time?  Why is it that they can't get their acts together... or leave the house earlier... or just get a little organized?

Well, maybe, just maybe, they had the kids fed, changed into clean clothes, and ready to leave early for a change.  Maybe those mommas wiped faces, tidied hands, packed bags, left their little girls sitting calmly and happily at the counter and ran upstairs to get their waking babies, on track to get out the door with ample time to spare.

And, maybe.... MAYBE... they came down the stairs, after just a few ridiculously short minutes, to find that their little girls managed to cover their shirts and faces in blue paint AND pour an entire... an ENTIRE... container of non-pariel sprinkles all over the counter, themselves, and the floor.  Non-pariels... those tiny round ball sprinkles that roll and bounce into every corner of the room.

Impromptu clothing changes and vaccuuming can make even the most together people turn into late, frazzled mommas who just don't look like they've got their act together.  Good grief.  I even had them FED on time!

Sigh.

**Updated**

If you think days like previously mentioned are rare, or even sporadic, think again.  You can pretty much count on them.

Like today.

My list for the day consisted of lessons to plan, doctor's appointment to get to, worksheets to create, school lessons to go over with the boys, dinner to fix, errands to run, and so on.....

The kids' list for the day went something more like this:  ask a billion questions (and not the good kind that you like to answer, the annoying kind), hang onto my legs as I try to walk, dump yet another container of sprinkles (this time, chocolate jimmies) on the floor and play in them, refuse to eat, and so on.  Although I'm sure not actually on Ivey's to do list, she did fall asleep in my bed while watching a movie.  As an attentive mother, and always thinking 18 steps ahead, I noted that she was not in a pull-up (she needs one when she sleeps).  I grabbed a waterproof pad and slid it under her, put a pillow to block her in so that she wouldn't fall out of bed, and grinned at my masterful forethought.  That is, until she woke up in hysterics (for no known reason), flailing and rolling around in sobs, losing control of her bladder in the process.  Off of the well placed waterproof pad.  Soaking the bed.... and adding yet another unplanned hurdle to my productivity.  Sigh.

Advice?  Take that list of things you have to do, wad it up, and try to stick it in one of the many holes in your ship.  Write quickly.  New ones pop up all the time!