It's only the second day of 2016 and already I feel intense pressure pushing me down.  I keep trying to get back up and then someone hollers one of my many names, my front door opens and children spill inside my house (that I've been trying to clean for five hours), my stomach growls because it is hungry and I remember I left an uneaten salad sitting on the kitchen counter.  Everyone is talking about how they take down their Christmas decor on December 26th and I just wanna shake them and kick them in the shins because my Christmas is usually still up until just before Valentine's Day.  {Because that is my deadline.}  It's not because I don't want to take it all down...it's because someone is always calling my name, changing my plan for the day by showing up at my house, sick, wanting to play...or I am just tired and want to get lost with a tub of hummus, some pita chips and bravo on the tv.   

Last night I uttered words I wish I never had allowed to escape my lips.   I said I was going to the gym today.  Then today arrived and I can't keep up with life. The baby is always needing something, getting angry at his siblings, needs his nose wiped or diaper changed.  The biggins want to host all their friends in the movie room and I don't want to say no because I love their friends like family and I want them to want to hang out at my house.  So instead I get my stern face and voice in order and lay down the laws of my house.  A chorus of "yes ma'am".  I'm sure I'll miss all of this one day too soon.  I had two kids fishing in my koi pond yesterday.  They were using real rods... with real hooks which got caught in my tree when they tried to cast it.  A third kiddo was fishing for crawfish under our trampoline and had mud up to her elbows and knees.  

On a good note I awakened this morning and thought as I glanced in the mirror while brushing my teeth and my hair at the same time {multi tasking is crucial as a mother} "hey, I look rested and young!  Awesome day".  Then I went upstairs to help my daughter and she very lovingly and with a concerned voice looked at my reflection in her  mirror and said "Mommy, you look tired." Sad face.  I just woke up!   I thought I looked good!  Poor baby.  She doesnt know how those words are like salt in a wound to a mother of three in her mid-thirties. I do wear makeup for a very good reason.  To cover my tired looking face up and because Instagram filters don't work in real life.  

Second day of 2016 and I'm still fluffy and aging.  House is still a big dadgum mess because we left the day after Chrstmas and got home in January {sounds so much more dramatic that way}.  I can't decide if I want to drink a pot of coffee because I just like it dang it, three shots of fireball and say to heck with it all, an herbal tea cleanse to help with my fluffy places or water because I'm already behind on my water intake for the day.  Coffee counts toward my 2,000 ounces right?