Wild Child

Last night my wild child, AB, unleashed hell upon our home. She grabbed all of the junk food out of our cupboards and fridge and snuck them to quiet corners to snack without being disturbed. Later she somehow got the scissors we keep in a high cupboard and ::cringe:: cut her sisters hair. Not just a lock, no. She cut a large section out of the back. Her beautiful curls 😭 After being reprimanded and me amazingly not losing my temper, she found my makeup. Now, in my makeup drawer I have facial glitter I've saved since 7th grade. Glitter meant to stick to skin all day. Good stuff. I thought my 7 year old, AJ, would like it. AB opened it all and added it to my makeup and moisturizer. All of it. Now if I put any of my makeup on I'm going to look like I just came back from a shift at a strip club. Along with this fabulous addition, she did her younger sister, HG's, makeup. Waterproof mascara everywhere. Lipstick covering the bottom part of the face. Shirts ruined. It was a disaster. Now I need to find a new hiding place for my beauty supplies. And scissors. And maybe a hiding place for me as well.

Busy Getting Nothing Done

My life feels crazy and incredibly dull at the same time. On the crazy side, I have 4 kids, 2 of whom stay home with me while the older 2 are in school. During the day my husband, younger 2 kids, and myself are at my parent's house taking care of my grandmother who has Alzheimer's. We also recently switched to a vegan lifestyle and I'm in WAY over my head trying to find meals for my picky family to eat. Lastly, I'm desperately searching for a career that I will love that I can begin once my youngest is in school.

On the dull side, I feel like I accomplish absolutely nothing each day. My house is a mess, and messes stress me out. I spend my energy keeping my parents house clean so when I get home my energy is gone. Laundry piles up, quite literally. I had a pile of towels and blankets over 4 feet tall (thank you large puppy that refuses to be house broken). Speaking of puppy, we have 4 dogs and 2 pet rats. I have a masochistic addiction to caregiving. This is probably why I'm so eager to enter the work force...as a teacher or counselor or social worker.... And so my addiction cycle remains unbroken. I know I can't be the only person like this out there. There must be other people who struggle just as much as I do, but it's so hard to connect to them because we are all so busy! Let me tell you, if it wasn't for Jesus, caffeine, and wine I would be a crazy lady. Maybe I'm doing something wrong, maybe there's an easier way. If anyone has any ideas, please share them. I'm woman enough to admit I'm lost.