Seriously Rambling

I sure hope my husband doesn't read this.

It's 1:54 pm and I haven't showered yet. I haven't gotten dressed yet (unless you count trading out my pajama pants for work-out shorts). I'm not wearing a bra. I haven't applied deodorant. I haven't brushed my hair. I AM, however, wearing lipstick and under-eye cover up. I do have some standards, after all.

There is a reason for this. I'm not usually an afternoon dresser/get-ready-er. But I got woken up out of a very deep sleep this morning. I was dreaming. Dreaming that my husband had paid a friend of mine to convince me that I shouldn't wear my favorite coat (which he didn't like. In my dream). And it took me a good hour to fully reach consciousness after I got woken up. Then I got my kids dressed and breakfasted. And I realized that I haven't worked out in a while. And that I gained several pounds while my relatives were visiting. So I thought maybe I'd just ride the kids around the block on my bike. So there was no point getting showered and dressed first and then getting sweaty. So I waited. And I biked. And then when that was done, I was exhausted and my legs were wobbly, like wet fettuccine. So I sat on the porch for a few minutes to let them settle. And while sitting there, I noticed parts of my grass that were dry. So I got out the sprinkler and put it on a dry spot. Then I started picking up yard toys. And I noticed that the kids' water and sand table needed refilling. Etc. Etc. Before I knew it, it was 11am. So I came inside and put a movie on for the kids so I could get ready for the day. I intended to get right in the shower, but then Daphne had a little accident. She's getting over a stomach bug. Monday she barfed all afternoon. Yesterday she had the runs. Then Beck had the runs--like the kind that got all over his bed, pillow, pants, shirt and hair. EW. I had to throw away two pillows this week. He had a bloody nose a few hours later. Then today, Daphne, with the more runs. So before I could shower, I had to clean her up and get her more underwear. And when I went upstairs to her room, I realized that I still haven't cleaned up the craziness of having 11 relatives stay in my house over the last 10 days. So I started deflating blow up beds, picking up towels, noticing spots on the carpet, which turned out to be from Daphne not quite making it to the toilet today. UGH. I can't believe how many sorts of bodily fluids I've had to deal with in the last 36 hours!

ANYWAY, I finally got some cleaning and organizing done upstairs and, poof!, it was lunch time. Got the kids fed, got Beck down for a nap, got Daphne a show for quiet time, and then I just needed to sit down and rest. WITH my laptop, of course. SO.....it's now 2:o2pm and I still haven't showered.

Make that 2:07 pm. (Proof reading).

Am I a bad person? Or just a smelly, bra-less, scraggly-haired, half-dressed, normal stay-at-home-mother?

Please say the second one. 'Cause I've got 8 loads of laundry sitting on various surfaces in my room that need to be folded (I swear, it's VERY next on my list! After the shower, of course. And a snack. And doing my hair. But next after that....if the kids don't wake up), and if you say I'm a bad mother, I just might pull out a pair of Daphne's tights and strangle myself with them. If I can find them.