I hoped for clearer skin at 26 years of age...

but alas, my stress level and horrible eating habits prevail. Where to begin? I'm having a really, really hard time balancing everything in my life right now. Work has been nuts(both jobs), Mandy Rose's asthma is flaring like crazy, the house is a 24/7 construction zone, kids activities, Christmas shopping... I feel like I'm losing my mind! Most nights I don't get home until 6:30/7 pm(and I get done work at 5)! Then dinner, tubs, homework, pets... I didn't get a moment to myself today until 10:30. I know that Joe is feeling the stress too, but differently. Instead of picking up the slack to get me done my chores earlier in the evening he bitches about not getting enough of my time. How do I explain to him that a little help goes a long way? I usually love this time of year. I'm looking forward to it this year, but not as much as usual. Finding a spot for the tree is a challenge, I don't know if the kitchen will be done in time for cookie day(a tradition with me and my girls-24 hours of baking and decorating), and I can already hear Joe's dad pitching a fit about all the presents I'm going to buy! Soccer ends this week... I'll be kind of glad to see it go! I'll miss all of my "kids," but I'm looking forward to having my Saturday mornings back! Things have been edgy with my parents lately. I know they're doing what's best for Matthew and T Rose, but I feel like me and my girlies are getting the raw end of the deal! My dad didnt come to a single soccer game this season, not one! He was too busy coaching Matthew! And he was supposed to come this week, but Matthew got picked for the tournement, so he has to be there! And dont even get me started on Halloween! It was nice Trick or Treating with Laurie and her crew, but it was the ONE YEAR out of every SEVEN that we could do it at my parents and Matthew got my dad sick, so they cancelled! I know I shouldn't be bitter, and I feel so guilty because I am bitter. They're my mommy and daddy and I do not like sharing them one bit! It wouldn't be so bad, but I don't think they realize how left out I feel. And I can't bring it up because then I'd feel even guiltier about make them feel guilty, if that makes sense. And my girls! My poor girls! My parents try to do a lot with T Rose and Matthew to expose them to things and give them everything they missed out on having bums for parents. It's great, I think they should do that, but don't forget about my girls! They need their Grammy and Grandad top, not like Matthew and Tori do, but all the same. I have so much more to say, but I can't... I'm so emotionally drained,,,,

So much for writing everyday!

Ok, ok, so it's been like, 2 weeks since I blogged.  Things have been crazy.  Work got super busy really fast, Halloween parties and birthday parties, soccer, dance sign ups, girl scouts... the list goes on and on.  My crazy genes have been kicking in over the last few days.  A decent portion of our house is finally spackled and ready for paint this weekend!  FINALLY!!!!!  However, I am finding it really, really hard to deal with the way things are for right now.  I can't even look at the kitchen, the spackle dust literally makes me want to cry.  We've been eating out or getting take out for the last week because my kitchen is torn apart and that cycle will continue for at least another 10 days until my cabinets and floor are in.  I try to see the light at the end of the tunnel, after 3 years(and yes it has been 3 years, or will be on Monday, anyway) things are finally starting to be accomplished and will shortly be finished.  I'm having trouble keeping my eye on that prize though because the disorganization of my house makes my head hurt.  Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like the house was spotless or organized before we started the spackle project.  But after living there for over a year and a half I had begun to deal with it.  I knew where things were for the most part.  Now everything is a project, even brushing the girls teeth requires me to hunt down a toothbrush since I moved all that stuff out of the bathroom before the sanding started.  I just wish it were done and over with and I can get on with my over-organization and feel somewhat sane again...