The Laundry Mountain is slowly creeping into every crevice of our itty bitty house.
My car looks like a McDonald's-filled Pinata exploded in the back seat.
The Dust Bunnies in Avery's room have been around so long that we've named them.
There's a potentially award winning sixth grade Science Fair project growing in my microwave.
It's bad. Really bad.
Life with a toddler and a newborn leaves very little room for doing anything but meeting their immediate (and frequently requested) needs.
Chores are just NOT a priority right now.
Evidently, SLEEPING isn't a priority either.
What IS a priority is survival. I've learned to function pretty well with little to no sleep and have finally perfected the "whip out a pan without being pummeled by the avalanche of pot lids" move. Maybe I'll make it after all.
Meanwhile, I've got tons of craft project ideas floating around in my head and NO time to do them. I'm having serious crafting withdraws. Just looking at my lonely little Mod Podge bottle gives me the shakes. It's very, very, very sad.
Another very, very, very sad thing is the fact that THIS GUY is ruining my life:
David and I are taking the Financial Peace Seminar at our church for the next few weeks. We've been to 3 classes now and I'm starting to think that Dave Ramsey might be evil.
Darn his "Budget Plans", "Envelope System", and "Live like no one else" mantra. All that fancy schmancy talk is just code for "NO FUN."
He's seriously cramping my style.
Before you feel the urge to tell me how wonderful he is and how I'll "appreciate all this later", keep in mind that I need a moment to mourn the loss of my credit card before I can see things your way.
I'm sure I'll be fine.