My goal PosteR

To those few of you who may have been to my home recently, you may have noticed my fab poster on my wall entitled "MY GOALS". Well, it does look like Samuel made it in primary, but, oh well. To those of you who have not been to my house, don't take it personally, i have been anti-social and can't clean my house. So my poster reads as follows:

My Goals

1. Be a fun mom
2. Practice personal hygeine
3. Have a clean environment
4. Exercise self control
5. Feel good about meself
(yes, i say it like a pirate)

1. Be a fun mom
As soon as I made this goal, I ran into the living room where the kids had pulled every cushion and blanket in the house and were jumping on it (a favorite past time of mine, though I gave it up when I bounced the wrong direction and my leg went through a glass table) well, I thought, "I will be fun". I jumped over there with the kids and tried to be a cat. They rejected me. Sam actually hid from me and claimed he was afraid. GREAT! Today, I pretend to spnak him and he thinks that is SUPER!
2. Practice personal hygeine
I can't be the only one out there who has a hard time getting a good shower. I mean a good shower in the following ways: no child is crying or present holding a crying child. So, laugh if you will, but I dream of taking showers in which I don't have to choose between washing my hair or my face, showers where the curtain stands still until I move it, and then having time to dry fix and apply as I want. And all of this before 9 am.
3. Have a clean environment
Okay, I used to be a great housekeeper all of the time. Lets say it was a little obsession I fostered. Now, I qualify maybe once a week now. And never the whole house. THE LAUNDRY IS THE ENEMY! If I am not washing it, then I am trying to put it away, or fit it on my body, or stuff it in a drawer, or Cooper likes to try to eat it, so its no good for me. Its my bane. If I could stay on top of the laundry, I could the world.
4. Exercise self control
Snacking is an addiction. Impulse shopping is an addiction. Blogging is an addiction. The computer is in the kitchen so I get sucked in real easily when I am waiting for the oven to preheat or something. Easy to snack as I blog even! I am working on that. Doesn't it seem like when you over indulge in one thing, its so much easier to do the same in others? Whether its junk food, good food, tv, reading, or email? Come now, I can't be the only one. There has to some scab pickers out there. Maybe not, but its a worthy goal nonetheless.
5. Feel good about meself
Sorry, I just kind of fizzle out, especially with all of these fancy hormones raging in my lactating body. Fancy? Sorry, been reading an amish book and I apparently have been dying to use that word. I never said I was intellgent. Just sensible. Ha. Everything goes better when I feel good, I can even do all of the above.

the sun is up. already?

i think that most of view our children with this adoring type of sentiment, but...
this morning is one of those where i wanted to ignore the cries from the next room and sleep forever. jacob likes to trick me into believing he is asleep at night. unfortunately he doesn't sleep well without a warm body nearby. half of the time i fall asleep with him on the couch, and when i wake up and stumble to my bed, sam is already snuggled into my pillows. this is simply annoying. cooper is still contained at this point and that is the highlight.

sam is pretty self sufficient in the morning. collin turns on curious george (whom we emulate most of the day), and i lay in bed,hoping cooper sleeps or plays happily, which he does. jacob is learning bad sleeping habits and it is stressing me out! it is stressing me out. it is stressin g me out, it is stresign nme out. i read babywise, and its stressing me out. i am sorry, but it is hard to let your little baby cry, but at the same time, i need at least an hour or so without that particular ray of sunshine resting on me. when i let him cry, i feel like a bad mom. when i don't. he doesn't get enough sleep, and i feel like a bad mom. when i am not consistent with either method, and he doesn't get sleep, and neither do i, i feel like a really bad mom. so, to those who have been asking if i am having more, i say never (but so ask again in four months or so, i am sure that i will have changed my mind).

so anyone who has tips or suggestions, or just wants to make me feel better, or to commiserate themselves, leave a message at the beep.