More Time

Some days go by quickly and others seem to go at a normal pace. Some days I cannot seem to find enough time to fit it all in. Scratch that...I mean everyday I seem to not be able to fit it all in. I have good intentions. I am a semi-organizer person. Organized chaos that is. If I could just clone myself (think that movie Multiplicity) to do all the things I wish did themselves. Laundry, dishes, grocery shopping, shaving my legs...you know all the stuff that is a giant pain in the a&$. But I can't so I just complain about it. It makes me feel better. Sometimes. Well, maybe not. Nope, I don't feel better. When Chloe was a baby I was a fly by the seat of my pants kind of Mommy. We went. We did. Things just always seemed to get done. We had no schedule. She slept when she slept and she ate when she was hungry. No specifics. When the triplets graced my world. It took me almost a year...but they are on a schedule. Naps. Meals. Bedtime. Schedule. However, I still to this day, sometimes do not get a shower until night. Hmm. Where can I schedule in that shower? Maybe I can do the dishes and the laundry in the shower and skip shaving my legs? It just might work...