Back to Reality

Its Monday morning and its back to reality. Today the Little Man is going over to Gramah's place to hang out until Daddy is done with work. And of course, I too have to go back to work today. I'm not going to lie, it was fun being home with the boys this weekend. But I have a job to do and I'm going to do it well...
I did a bunch of laundry yesterday and tidied up the house so I am happier about how things look around here. It makes me smile when I can see the floor and the kitchen counter. I even made dinner-thats highly unusal. I guess I should say it was the lasagna that I had made the other day, but still...I did make it. Tonight Daddy will be cooking, but that's ok. I am in the process of transitioning back to whence I had came from. That being said, I am getting back into the habit of tidying up, keeping up with the laundry and thinking ahead. The next big thing is to find the perfect calendar for us for 2010. I need bigger blocks and a system to keep track of things for all of us. I hate not knowing what's going on, and I haven't exactly been on top of things lately. None of us have, and I am looking forward to a new week, a new month, a new year, a new decade, a new start.
But for the task at hand, I do need to get my day started. I hear Little Man making noise in his room, so chances are he's up as well. That will make it easier to get dressed and out the door EARLY because I don't know what the roads will be like today. After all the snow this weekend, who knows...when Big Man goes to work, he's like halfway to Gramah's so he could tell me what the roads are like. Then I have to figure out how to get to work from there. She's on the complete opposite side of town from my job. I'll figure something out.
I know that I will be unburying my desk from a few days off, and that's always hard to get back into the swing of things. What makes it even harder, is knowing that I will be taking off Thursday & Friday this week as well-so whatever gets caught up will go behind again...but its all good. I know that I get the important stuff done first, and then everything else. Then I've got a bunch of other stuff to get done.
I know at work I am a model of efficiency. Sometimes I think I spend all my energy there and by the time I get home I am spent. I need to stop using up all the energy before I spend time with my family because they are who truly matters. I know that everyone tells me that Little Man won't remember if the house was clean or not, just that he was loved. But is it so wrong to want a clean house, good meals and to love him too?