It's Friday (but it doesn't feel like it)

So today is Friday. I actually have already accomplished some things for the day. I'm printing out some things that I will need for my homework for this weekend. I tackled this box of papers and got it organized and sorted through. Mallory and I hung out. I even got a load of clothes in the washer already. It was a nice morning.

And then I looked at the clock and it was 9:30 and I had to hurry up and get everyone ready and out of the door. I don't know, time just flew by or something.

So now I'm at school and just kind of sitting here before class. I have a crap-ton of stuff to do this evening, and I can't really even fathom how I'm going to get most of it done.

Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning and decided to just bitch at me the whole 5 minutes that I saw him, about how I have a ton of crap in the garage and blah blah blah and how it needs to be gone and blah blah blah. I didn't even go into how I have difficulty getting stuff out of the car most days, especially when I have two kids and little to no help with someone watching them for 10 minutes while I go do other things. I wash dishes when I get that down time. I run up and down the stairs catching up with laundry, it completely slipped my mind that I have things to organize in the garage.

Urgh.

But this post is not really meant to complain, although I could fill it to the brim. But I'm trying to focus on the positives and look forward.

I wish people would tell me how crappy I look most of the time. I'm seeing all of these pictures of myself lately and it doesn't make me feel bad about myself, it makes me mad that I'm not more photogenic. I've still got baby fat and bad skin (thank you hormones!) and considering I can barely tell which way is up, most of the time I look kind of frazzled and put-out. But atleast I have cute kids.

Hopefully I can rally up some help for today so I can get some stuff organized. I have to take the chairs out of the van and get them into the garage and I have to sort out the stuff in the garage and get it into the van (because most of it is going to Goodwill or to people that need it).

Oh yeah, and I just remembered....I have to wash all of the bedsheets today too because the baby spit up on them last night AND this morning. And I'm making dinner.

Ugh. I might as well be Superman.