Baby-free, Tinkerbelle Drinking Monday

I was feeling pretty good about myself this morning.

Got up with my screaming kiddo who's cutting her two year old molars (When does the teething end? When?!?!?!?!?!?!) and had a cup of coffee- no milk, as per my new goal of not eating white flour, sugar or dairy.  (I'm only on day two, don't get too excited yet.)

Made a green smoothie and tried to convince my kid that it was tasty by calling it, "The Tinkerbelle Drink", which I think backfired in that she was convinced I had placed Tinkerbelle in the blender and was not about to concede to drinking bits of green, fairy wings.

Choked down the smoothie myself for breakfast ( blenderized fairy wings are a hard mental picture to shake).

Called Auntie Em and Uncle Ek to pick up the cranky kiddo for some pancakes so I could locate the first floor of my house hiding beneath the rubble toddlers leave behind.

Made meal plans for the week.

Took out all the garbage.  In the rain.

Swept and dusted and ran the dishwasher and the washing machine.

Paid all of the bills that we can afford to pay this month.

Organized the desk at which I'm sitting that bore remnants of the ham sandwich I ate for lunch while doing bills.  Last week.

Put away El's clean clothes.

Purchased Father's Day gifts.

And then proceeded to panic.

Does this ever happen to you, SAHM's?  Time alone in the house is so few and far between, that you begin with great gusto on the long list of things you have been waiting to do and them slowly begin to panic as the list is in fact growing, and not decreasing in size and you are gradually running out of alone time?

AHHHHHHHHHHHH.  Suddenly, I had to fight the urge not to repaint my entire living room.  Why not? I'm alone!  When am I ever alone? Or weed the entire garden- who cares if it's raining?  Maybe I should bake some loaves of bread? No. I can't eat them anyway.  But my family can.  Who has time for that? With the air as humid as it is, it might not rise and then I would have wasted an entire morning when I could have done something else.....by MYSELF!!!!

The walls seemed to pulse with neglect-  "You're alone! Don't forget about me!  Wash my curtains! "

The air grew thin.

And then that other little voice crept in.  "You're never alone.  Just forget it, eat ice cream and finish the second season of Call the Midwife."

This little voice is never helpful.  I know I would love to do just what it says.  But I will suffer the consequences of crunched time and guilt later on.

The consensus?

I'm having a second cup of coffee while writing to you.  Then I continue on my merry way of running errands that I can't do with kiddo in tow.

Hope your rainy Monday is free of quandaries and full of ice cream.  (The non-dairy kind!:)