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I am only one person. There is a limit to my abilities. I know~shocking. I AM NOT SUPERWOMAN. I say this to point out that the busier life gets around here some things are pushed to the side. Lately those things are my house. I get up at 4:45am 3x a week for the gym. The kids are in activities and play dates and I stay on the go from the second I get up until bedtime. This past weekend I worked at the TMOMs sale and then had to buy groceries. The days that the Dudes go to school I run errands, have appts. and I have been meeting a personal trainer at 1pm. 1 pm is a really terrible time for me. As soon as I'm done at the gym I have to run to get kids. I don't feel like I have time to get anything really accomplished. I'm sure it's the same for everyone reading this. This morning after running some errands I walked into my house and realized that this place has gotten really bad. I couldn't see the counters in my kitchen for all the piles of stuff. Dishes were flowing out of the sink. My recycling was falling in the floor. Someone had found some powder and proceeded to cover the upstairs bathroom in it. And I still had 6 loads of laundry that needed to be washed. Decision time. The saying "Cleanliness is next to Godliness" rings true for me. I feel better about everything when things are nice and neat. I feel very stressed and overwhelmed with everything when I am surrounded by clutter. As I looked around my house I felt panic start to boil inside me. I had 1 hour until I had to leave to make the gym in time. I could go ahead and make my appt. or I could take a time out and get this house under control. I chose the latter. I knew I would be much happier if I could see my kitchen and walk without tripping on something. I text my trainer and said I wasn't going to make it. I had to take care of some other stuff. Then I tackled the disaster zone. It is amazing how much more I can get done when I don't have kids here. My kitchen is now clean, floors clean, laundry almost done, recycling taken out, recycling tubs cleaned and baby powder is cleaned up. Whew! I feel much better. 

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