The housewife

So, for the last two years almost, I have been playing the working mom. I was either in school or I was at work. I did everything in a certain routine and realized that there was no way my house was going to be perfect. I realized that the weekend was my most valuable family time, so at maximum my house got 2 hours of cleaning time on the weekend and scattered minutes during the week. I was comfortable with this but also afraid to have my stay at home mommy friends over because unless they came on a sunday, my house would look like a wreck.
For the past three days I have been a stay at home mom. Isabelle has been at daycare all days except today so that I could start to prepare things for abigail, and I have realized, there is so much in this apartment. I accomplished finishing the living room and kitchen to my organized standards, and Isabelles room is half done, the other half needs to be organized for Abigail and her, my master bedroom is impossible. I shouldn't say impossible there is just a lot of baby steps. Shane has so much clothing he needs to go through for Goodwill and I have so many little things that I need to go through and pretty soon I can get rid of some of my maternity stuff since I most definetely will not be needing it again any time soon.

So today I got up ready to tackle the master bedroom and instead, I played with Isabelle, recleaned all the spots I did previously, Isabelle then messed up what I had cleaned by smothering the areas with toys, I then cleaned up again, she spilled juice all over my white carpet and I cleaned that up and by the time naptime came, mommy needed one too. I had been doing such a good job at being the housewife, and then somehow by the end of the day today I felt more like a desperate housewife, all I want is a fairy godmother to take care of my cleaning... and while she's at it she could take care of my swollen feet, knees, ankles and hands. Gotta love pregnancy!

Don't take this as in Im giving up, it most certainly doesn't mean that, its just a setback.. tomorrow I will attempt to tackle the master again. And I'm thinking I'm going to be the one to decide which ones of Shanes clothes go to Goodwill.