My Bipolar Weekend

After a total bipolar weekend of one day feeling like there is no end in sight, not enough caffeine in the world to keep me energized and truly believing my Prozac had been swapped with a placebo (on top of the weather being cloudy and rainy) and the next day being the most blissful . . . kids happy all morning, minimal whining and injuries, sunny skies, spontaneous house showing . . . I can only conclude the following:

"Never let them see you sweat" is a genius tag line. It's true in all facets of life. Mine, in particular, with my 3 little monsters. I can't act irritated, even if I am. I can't show frustration, even if I want to rip my skin off. And I can't expect to sit, read the paper, drink my coffee, eat my breakfast or go to the bathroom without at least one of them attached to my leg at all times. And that's on a good day. Attached to the leg I can handle. It's the whining, constant need for something and insisting on climbing on my lap and being held while I'm in the bathroom (and while we're there, I would just like to add that if the twins aren't fighting on who gets to sit on my lap, they are either arguing over the door being open or closed which usually ends up in finger injuries or I am dealing with my 5-year-old thinking it's beyond awesome to shut the door, turn off the lights and turn the fan on. All of which occurs in the 12 seconds I get "to myself" while I take a quick pee pee break).

So back to not letting my guard down . . . I think the biggest difference in this weekend's moods is, well, me. It's always me. If I'm nasty, they're nasty. And that could NOT happen today. No way. Not after yesterday. When Noah opened my eyes at 7:15 this morning, I had a new plan. It consisted of exhausting my brain by 10 am (twin's nap time) with constant ideas for the kids to entertain themselves. It's a game I like to call "playing defense". New breakfast food, dining room table made into a fort housing all of our "babies" and stuffed animals, balls of all sizes and textures bouncing around and voila! New kids. Which, in turn, led to a new me. Thank god. I am now ready for Monday. Bring it.

SOS

So we bought a house. A gorgeous, big, tuscan-style home that sits one block away from our current house just waiting for us to move in...some day. Which leads me to part II, our current home...the one we still own. Yep, two homes. Good times. With our house for sale, my schedule since August has been as follows...

Put the twins down for their first nap and madly scurry about cleaning up the mess from the morning disaster. Wash dishes, clean the floor from microscopic Cheerio crumbs and tiny dribbles of milk throughout various parts of the lower level. Make the beds, prep each room, start some laundry, wash my face, get dressed, check email, check Facebook, prepare a snack for the twins when they wake up and that usually sums up my "free time" while they sleep. All of this with the hopes that we may or may not have a showing that day. And you know it's true, the ONE day I decide to not make the beds or clean up the kitchen before they wake up, we'll get a showing with a 30 minute notice. Thus, I take no chances.

Since September, with Noah in school, it has made it a bit easier to get the house ready for a showing, but seriously, my entire day is spent wondering if we'll have a showing, when that showing might be and strategizing new and innovative home organization to hide all our shit so the families that come through the house think it's actually going to stay this way once they move in. Truth be told, it's highly unrealistic, although I secretly love how it's all working out for my OCD, for a family with three kids to live like this.

Twins just woke up...