Can't... Get'r Done

Since Conner has become mobile, I've noticed a few things. One of them being, I can't get anything done! I have wanted to organize my garage and storage rooms for months now! I also want to re-decorate my bedroom and Cody's room, and my poor bathroom has been neglected to the point where I will need a hazmat suit to clean it. And that bugs me to no end. I think about these un-accomplished goals and duties on a daily basis. I am obsessed. I must get these done!

I was trying to think of the reasons why I am slacking in these areas lately. A few years ago, I would just jump in and do it. Nothing stopped me. I would work day and night until the job was done. So what's my problem? Do I lack the motivation? Is it my age? Not enough sleep? No.... I had a baby. I knew having a baby 10 years after my first baby would be an adjustment. But Conner is a different baby than Cody. Oh don't get me wrong! Cody was an active toddler! But Conner... oh Conner! Conner was a dream newborn, but being mobile has unleashed the beast within!

When my husband comes home from work now, I practically launch my child at him. Hut one! Hut two! Hike! And there goes Conner, flying in the air into daddy's arms. Goal!

My husband works very hard and I'm sure he would love to come home to a hot cooked meal. Not happening. I'm sure he would love to spend a nice evening, relaxing and watching his favorite t.v. show. Also not happening.

Even though he is kind to not point out my lacking abilities in these certain areas, lately, I feel like I must explain why I can't get a d*@!# thing done. So I decided to follow Conner all day and document our journey.

To start off our journey, I enter Conner's room to retrieve him from his cage, I mean crib. I know this is the time to hurry and change his diaper and put his outfit on, because he is still a little groggy from the night's sleep. For a couple of months now, Conner becomes the Tasmanian Devil when we try to change his diaper or clothe him. He twists his limber little body and tries to escape. My older son Cody did the same thing. Conner has started much earlier and is much quicker. When Cody was little I had to resort to putting my leg on top of Cody to make him stay in place, so that he would not spread poop around the house or leap to his death. I have tried everything to make Conner stay in place. Toys, noises, distractions, pacifier, even re-enforcements (daddy and Cody). I wonder, what did I ever do to deserve this torture. (imagine me shaking my fists up at the heavens) What have I done! What! Why must I endure this torture!

This morning I let Conner play with my camera's lens cap. It works for a few seconds. (notice that he is half undressed) After my wrestling match, I mean changing Conner, I rest. I need it. Then I feed him. It's all good. Then I release the beast to "play". I have no clothes to wear, I put a load in the washer.

All of the sudden I hear a crash. This is what I find...

Conner playing with my bra and he's pulled a picture off of the table. I put things back and notice something in his mouth.

"What's in your mouth? Conner, show me what's in your mouth? Let's see. What's in your mouth?" I squeeze his cheeks and retrieve a piece of lint.

I separate the wash. He follows me and tries to eat some tissue that my husband has left on the floor. I refuse to pick it up, because I did not leave it there and I'm too stubborn. I'm hoping that my husband will, magically, pick up the tissue. I'm positive this will never happen. I still don't pick up the tissue. Too late, Conner swallows the tissue.

I load up the kids in the car and make a quick run to the bank. Cody is going to the toy store with his friend and his friend's mother. There goes my re-enforcement.

Cody watches Conner while I weed some of the flower garden. What am I going to do when school starts and my wing man is at school?

Conner is getting ticked at his toy. It's not doing what he wants it to do. I help him get it un-stuck.

Two seconds later... he does it again.

I switch the wash. Conner wants to help.

Conner goes into Cody's room and finds a Heeley wheel. Get the wheel out of your mouth, baby!

I finish sorting the laundry.

Then I hear whining. Conner is trying to pull a basket of toys down, from the window seat in his room. I place the basket on the floor.

I switch the wash. Conner follows.

Conner's pooped. Oh no.

I feed Conner, after I wrestled him to change his diaper, and he fights and squirms when I try to wash his face and hands.

NAP TIME!
Imagine me leaping in the air!

Unload dishwasher

Eat lunch

Clean hallway bathroom

Switch laundry, and fold

Make my bed and clean bedroom

Read blogs

Lay down for 30 minutes (this is a rare occasion)

Conner wakes up and I change his diaper. (Another match with the Tasmanian Devil)

Wind up the toilet paper, again.

He likes to eat toilet paper.

Catch Conner wrestling his stuffed pig. Oh my heck my baby is too flippin cute and I have to take his picture.

Start to clean my bathroom. It's scary.

Go to check on Conner and he's pooped, again. Oh no! It's squishing out the bottom. Ewwwww! Nasty!

Try to change his diaper. While he's doing his best imitation of a Tasmanian Devil, he actually becomes messier than when we started. He's also managed to grab some poop. He needs a bath.

Nude-a-loo!

Bath Conner

Put Conner in car seat and pick up Cody from friends house.

I get ready to go to a jewelery party.

Steve comes home and I toss over the baby.

Freedom!

After the party I go home and help Steve get the kids ready for bed. We wrestle Conner together.

Steve and Cody clean the hamster (rodent) cage.

We build a fence to prevent Conner hurting the hamster, while hamster rolls around in his ball.

I make Conner a bottle. Steve gets to feed him and put him to bed. Ha ha!

I run to Walmart. Endure another form of torture.

Unload groceries

Switch wash, fold more laundry.

Pick up the tissue that my husband left on our closet floor. Yes, I caved.

Blog while everyone is asleep

Sleep. zzzzzzzzz

So there you have it. Proof that most of my day is spent picking up after a baby, wrestling him, preventing harm and damage to himself and various household items. However there is one thing that I left out. I spend a good chunk of my day lovin', cuddling, and playing with my kids. The dishes can wait.