So. Very. Tired.

We (Emm, Char and I) are home, safe and sound from my trip Up North. Hubby managed to transform my cluttered but generally clean home into a rotten pig pen in my absence. As soon as I walked in the door last night my nostrils were assalted with the stench of a garbage can that had not been emptied. I took my luggage upstairs and discovered my bedroom smelled like stinky man. I changed the sheets and ignored the giant pile of laundry on his side of the bed. I took out the garbage as hubby washed the dishes (too little too late, hon--I STILL had to put them away this morning)

Char did not sleep while we were away. I had to stay up with her as she cut two new teeth without help. It is catching up with me today. I am surveying the destruction around me and am having a hard time mustering the energy to do much about it. Given the mood I am in, I may just take a garbage bag and toss out anything that is in my way.

I spent my morning at walk-in today. Emm has been fighting a cough off and on for two weeks. Everything came to a head yesterday when he coughed so hard he threw up in the backseat of MIL's car, he then coughed for a few hours late into the night. The poor little monkey has a throat infection.

Ok, I must go find some caffeine and do some work now--I will write about my trip later.

Flylady, I have failed you.

I have been under flylady's regime less than a week and I am already failing. Her first commandment is to always keep a clean, shiny, empty kitchen sink. I have been trying and trying to go to bed with a shiny empty sink (like she says), but it just isn't happening. Flylady obviously doesn't have a nightowl husband who likes to make midnight meals. I washed my supper dishes and dried out my sink per orders, then I turned my back and hubby was baking. I woke up this morning to a counter and sink littered with dishes. I will not tell my family to store their dishes under the sink in a dishpan like she says. That is just asking for trouble--and a mouldy rotten pan of dishes under my sink.

I think the only solution is to stop cooking and not eat at home. Clearly, that is the only way my sink will remain empty.

I do like the "swish and swipe" the bathroom every morning commandment. My bathroom looks great. My bathroom sink is shiny---is that good enough??

Switching gears

Hubby and I have decided that I am going to quit my job and stay home full-time. My nursing license is still active, so I am planning on picking up shifts casually and working at a couple of summer camps (my true nursing love). I am happy and scared at the same time. This will be the first time since high school I will not have regular, out-of-the home employment. Every time I thought of going back to work I would feel sick to my stomach. This is the best thing for us, especially since we will be facing regular speech therapy for Emm in the near future. I need to work with him every day and the best moments for therapy happen out of the blue, in little moments throughout the day.

To this end, I have to switch gears in my mind. I have not been the best at keeping house. I am getting tired of living in a cluttered mess. My new job is wife/mommy. I need to improve my domestic goddess skills. I am going to allow myself to be harassed by flylady for a while to try to get a routine established. I am a dropout of the flylady school, but I am going back. I'm going to shine my sink and make my bed and wear comfy shoes while I am at it!!! (hmmm, must go shopping for cute, yet comfy shoes) I come from a long line of very clean women, I just need to nurture my innate clean freak and let her come out a bit. Just a little bit. As much as I hate making New Year's resolutions, I suppose this will be one. Become a domestic goddess.

In other news...
I have a creeper in my house. I put Char down on my bedroom floor while I put away some laundry. I turned around and she was under the bed!! She will only go backwards, but that is a start, right??
I also seem to have a Baby Einstein junky in my house. One of our BE DVD's became hopelessly scratched. I have been letting Emm play with it. It has been in the tub, and lately it goes to bed with him. Is there a 12-step program for this? His sleepy bottles have been wearing out one-by-one. I suppose it is time for a bottle intervention. I don't even know where to begin. Every time we try to take the sleepy bottle away he screams for hours before falling into an exhausted sleep. There is absolutely no napping without the dang bottle. I feel like such a monster. I also don't feel right about buying baby bottle nipples for a 2 1/2 year old.