The piles.

I have piles of piles.



I have piles of lists that go on and on.



I seem to have an art of making lists, in fancy notebooks, on fancy tablets, that get put away and never seen.



I have piles of lists to find those fancy lists that I put away.

I have piles of laundry that need to be washed.

I have a husband that works sometimes two jobs a day, and works out once a day, and has his sleep wear (when he's allowed to sleep) that man alone could keep me in the laundry business.

My daughter Bagel is a Diva in the making, every time she come out of her room from a nap, or just to stop by she comes out in a different outfit, and clean underwear (I can't complain, I mean she must change her underware about 2x's a day)

Then you have the little 17 month old who is learning to self feed, and he has NO fear whatsoever of dirt, and bugs. (all goes in mouth or rubbed into clothes) that little tot is EASILY 2 outfits a day.

Myself? Ah I wear the stylish p.j. pants and tshirt (or long sleeved if it's chilly) around the house. I try to make the same outfit last a few days for laundry's sake anyway. If I go out I will fashion myself a clean outfit. But for the sake of ungodly laundry piles, I again repeat I would SO be in a nudist colony.

I have piles of blogs in my head. Is that possible? I just do things and think, this would be great blog material. I do believe that being on facebook has allotted me to cheat a bit, and post my currant thoughts there. But I would rather have them here.

Oh and the piles of toys.

Lots of those.

The front living room is the designated "toy room" I try to keep it as picked up as possible. I really need to purge. There are so many of those fucking little McD's toys my mother and MIL pick up for the kids, plus all the little peoples and cars, and balls. (I swear there are about 6 balls just waiting for me to walk by late at night so I can slip and break my damn neck)

Weaky's room has some toys too, some as in two houses (a small town and a castle) and a few people. Bagel's room has only stuffed toys, and one book. Because she WILL never sleep with toys in there. BUT I am seriously thinking about giving her a few more in there just because she seems to be doing better. (maybe when we paint her room...)

I have for the most part tamed the paper clutter to a small mountain. No really it's filed, or shredded. The mail barely makes it in the door and it's tossed, shredded and read and put away. (I am good at that!)

Oh and there are piles of pictures. Sounds bizarre, but being an avid scrapbooker, I have PILES of pictures, and I do scrapbook often, I just take about 80 pictures a month!

So excuses for not blogging? Nah.

Just lettin you know I am up to my eyeballs in just about everything. (like those fascinating people on the show "Hoarders"...but not really... more of a figuratively kinda way...)

(hoping to get my other post on how the P90X is doing done and out there soon!)