Portion Control

Patience please-- I've had 3 hours of sleep today:) It's a weird place to write from....

Coming from a place of only 3 hours conk-time I was a little hard on myself today and started realizing I'm a "half person." As in half arsed, half cocked, half n half etc, etc. Usually it's OK because while fully rested, halving life is doable. (not to be mistaken with double..remember we're talking in halves here, not second helpings.)

My house is ALWAYS half clean. There's a good reason. There is. Because: if you happen to be one of those folk who might actually be ADD but were never diagnosed you might:

* Do half the dishes before realizing the floor you're walking on might be more crumbs than tile so you
* Sweep the floor but don't actually mop it right then because you notice
* The laundry is washed and needs to be switched over which means the dried clothes must come out
*So you start to fold those clothes and put half away in the kids' rooms before seeing the mountain of toys
*That you help marshal the chillin's into picking up while finding a wrapper under the dresser from something or other. This causes you to head to the kitchen where the trashcan is located which means you see the
* dishes are only half done, so you finish the dishes....
* And since you're in the kitchen you make snack/lunch or dinner (depends on the clock)

Are you seeing where this goes?? Yes, eventually everything gets done. But not until the end of the day. As in approx. 10 minutes before the man walks home and says "Did you have a good day? What did you guys do today??"

On a non-well rested day; say a day where one might be running on about 180 minutes Zzz's - being a "halfinator" has drawbacks. It means getting dressed doesn't happen until almost noon since it took you that long to feed, cloth, and clean up the morning routine and it's attendees, find an item of clothing you can confidently decide looks good (which is not easy when 1. you're eyes are playing saboteur w/ you're brains bid for sight and 2. you don't really want to climb out of the jammies that so cruelly remind you that in fact, you really do miss your bed.) and then relay to your limbs what gymnastics to employ to both pull the clothing on and wrestle the 3 year old w/ the grip of a mildly deranged leech off your calf.

Now that I've semi-explained things: goodnight. I'm going a'courting those Zzz's early:)