To NaBloPoMo or not to NaBloPoMo...

Hit me baby one more time.

I've decided to try NaBloPoMo again this year. Last year it just about wiped me, as I managed to get through the whole month of daily posting despite picking up a stressful first-time consulting project. The bonus was the fab blogging community I found, and some wicked, wicked, blogs and bloggy friends.

This year, with work winding down a bit and me missing my blog time, I'm looking forward to it. But, gulp, it starts tomorrow.

I'm not one of those organized bloggers. I have, let me see, maybe three draft posts with one liners in them. Brain farts, really. Other than that, I'm a blog-by-the-seat-of-my-pants type of girl.

Like this morning, for instance. I had nothing on my mind until about half an hour ago.

Hubby is back from his trip, dealing with jet-lag but also catching up with work-work that happens while he's away. The homecoming was sweet for the kids and all, I am so very happy that he's home. And today, of course, he took the day off to take his prince and princess to school, and volunteer at the kindergarten halloween festivities. The girlie couldn't stop talking about it all week.

How easily we slip back into the routine, though. As per usual, I get up with the kids, put the coffee on (I know I have a timer, but I have no energy to set it sometimes the night before) ... make them breakfast, make the boy's lunch, his mid-morning snack, the girlie's mid-morning snack. Get her washed up, get her Halloween costume on, pack her backpack, the boy's backpack, yell at the boy to get ready.. well, you get it. Hubs, bless his heart, pours me a coffee .. that sits there.

Girlie has to go to the washroom, so Daddy helps her. Good. Then he goes back to his coffee and paper, while I continue to rush around packing stuff.

I look at the clock, we've still got a few minutes... the kids are at the door. Uh, where's Daddy?

Me: "What are you doing there?" (not snarkily at all, honestly)

The man: "Just sorting through her drawings and stuff."

Me: "Do you think you could do something else like maybe help me get the kids coats on?" (yes, very snarkily this time).

The man: "Yes ma'am"...

Is it just me who finds this annoying? I mean, he's a great, great dad, and husband, but I find there's a missing "need to get the whole family ready" gene. No sense of it. The kids are even rushing him, as the boy is whining "Dad, where are you, we're gonna be so late!!!".

As he heads out the door, he says to me "If you get some time, do you think you could sort through those papers?"*.

Arrrrggghhhhhh!!!

I find these words, and sometimes the odd look that he makes at the crumbs under the kitchen table, piles of laundry that haven't yet been folded, scattered toys around the family room...an indictment of my failings. I'm just a horrible homemaker, and I know it. So even if this isn't his intent, I take it as such.

So what do I do instead of squeezing in that extra hour to do some work, work, before going to the gym for a much needed workout? I pop my coffee into the microwave. And then I get the vacuum out.

But I move that pile into the other room.

(*I must admit, I was raised by a pile-making mother. That was her filing system, and I've started along that course as well. With all the mail that came through for the man and the school permission slips, homework, artwork, it was all in one pile to be sorted. And the man is fulfilling the role of my father, the "pile-tosser" very well. He's been known to toss my son's homework into the recycling every so often, yes he has....)

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So I promise, November will not be an entire month of my venting. At least I'll try my darnedest.