Getting Somethig Done

Work is slow today. It looks so dreary outside, so the day is creeping by. As I sit here awaiting the phone to ring, with absolutely nothing else going on, I'm reminded of all the things that await me at home. I have a TO DO list about a mile long, and I just can't seem to get anything marked off. I feel so guilty when I sit here at work (doing much of nothing) while there is so much to do at home.


Chicken Little has slept so well for the past two nights. Monday night she went down around 8 and slept until 4am. I didn't mind getting up with her, and I actually stayed up after that. Then last night, she was a bit ill. She's got a bit of this crud...just the stuffy nose. She finally gave it up around 7:30 and slept until 2:30 then went back down until 5. She was so peaceful went she got up this morning, smiling and cooing at mommy and daddy.


After supper, while she was sleeping, I should have worked more on my TO DO list, but for some reason I just can't get it done. I have been extremely fatigued for the past week or so. I feel almost exactly like I did when I first got pregnant...but I know for a fact that's not the case. I'm so tired in the evenings that I'm ready for bed by 8pm, and most of the time never make it past 9:30. Lately I've been asleep before Papa Rooster can get back from checking the chickens for the last time. I think I'll mention this fatigue to Dr. T tomorrow during my appointment.





This is my TO DO list that I can't seem to accomplish. My house is in dire need of Mama Hen's attention!!!!! Know of a good maid service? :)





1. Wash clothes. (washed one load last night)





2. Fold and put away laundry. (the desk next to the washing machine is beginning to buckle under the weight of our unfolded clothes. And I know Papa Rooster is tired of searching through the massive pile for a clean pair of underwear.)





3. Wash dishes. (I actually start this nightly, but never seem to finish. I get through the bottles and glasses and most of the plates, bowls and silverware, but can't quite make it to the pots and pans.)





4. Sweep kitchen. (at this time we could really use an inside dog to take care of the bits and pieces that are scattered across the floor. And "No Thank you" to ya'll at the Preacher's house. We have enough dogs thank you. It was just a thought, that's all....)





5. Change sheets on bed. Our bed that is. (this really needs to be done. There is no telling how many creatures are sleeping with us at night right now. But as tired as I've been lately, I'll gladly share, even scoot over for that matter. Just don't make me change the sheets }:0 )





6. Sweep laundry room floor. (I'm ashamed to say, but I'm glad we don't have much unexpected company sometimes, or they would have to trudge through the chicken litter piled up at the back door.)





Oh, and that reminds me, tomorrow is trash day. I need to empty the diaper genie and all the trash cans so Papa Rooster and take the trash out. So I guess that's number seven! And tonight is church night, so good luck house.





I'll go home, attempt some sort of supper, attend church, head back home, put baby to sleep, and sigh, because once again, I sleep in my