Christmas Countdown

i go to the gym for alone time every morning,

and while i'm there the two older boys wake up and normally hop in bed with their dad.

today jevan was telling me the conversation between two brothers about the countdown to christmas.

 braxton : how many times to christmas

makai: 5 sleeps to go bracky

braxton: oh 5 minutes

makai: no 5 more sleeps i said

braxton: so i get to open my presents in 5 more minutes

makai *starting to get annoyed*: no no 5 more sleeps

braxton: oh yay only 5 more minutes

makai: no, lets wait until mum gets home and she will tell us.

i love their little conversations they have together.

and i also love how it ended up with lets ask mum - because lets face it mums are like google we know everything ; ).

blah.

my attitude bites today, like really bad.

it's one of those days where i can't even stop it.

my poor boys have coped it all morning and i feel bad every time i tell them off.

oh holy moly it suck over at the ormsby house today.

you should see my house.

let me describe the table to you and that should give you an indication of what state my house is in.

i have christmas cards, candy canes, glitter, play dough, glue, pens, envelopes, stamps, shirts, birthday cards, runner stamps, christmas tags, flowers, a cup and the advent calendar that i still haven't hung up yet all over it - and that's just the dining table.

and guess what, instead of cleaning it up i'm sitting here blogging about it.

i'm just having a super blah day.

there is so much to do that my head feels like its about the explode but instead of doing anything i'm having a mini meltdown.

i don't know how mothers get everything done and raise kids.

right now in my head its either one or the other i just can't do both.

so my house is taking a hit.

lucky i have had no visitors this week or they would get a shock.

i'm normally pretty onto the laundry, ironing, cleaning, packing away toys, sweeping, vacuuming and making sure the boys have everything they need but it's a bad week that on sunday i'm going to sweep under the carpet and start a fresh new week.

oh bless those fresh new weeks.

i love them, i live for them.

here's to a hormonal, oily top bun, mum who is wearing clothes that are stained sitting here instead of getting off her butt and cleaning.