What Really Happens During Naptime

Is it just me or does it seem that the busier I get as a SAHM the more I end up sitting on the couch losing hours and hours of valuable time staring into the abyss? I think there should be a name for being so overly busy that you end up accomplishing nothing. 

I have to admit, I have been seriously blessed for the past 4-5 months that my 1 and 2 year old take naps EXACTLY at the same time and usually sleep for around 3 hours. That's every Mommy's dream right? You would think I could get loads of stuff done during those 3 silent hours...but if you were a fly on the wall in my loud echoing apartment here is what you would see. I fill by lungs quietly to hold my breath as I carefully close Munchkin 2's door and begin to tiptoe down the hall. Right as I think I can relax my foot collides with one of the many dolls that cover my floors. I feel like I go into slow motion in these moments as I clap my hands over my mouth and watch as the worlds heaviest doll goes flying across the floor and slams into Munchkin 1's door and time stops. I wait.............and as relieved as I should be that I don't hear any cries building, this has set me on edge for the rest of my beautiful 3 hour bliss. I head into the living room going over my to-do list in my mind, quickly crossing off any task that might make a sound that could possibly disturb the peace and then right as I settle on task number one I remember that there are like 10 other things that were already supposed to be done. At this point I've sat down and am slowly scanning the room taking notice of the dishes piled in the sink, full laundry baskets, the bananas and Cheerios smeared down the legs of the high chair, the Total Gym that misses me,  and...SQUIRREL!...I've just been sidetracked by my huge pile of yarn reminding me that I have got to get going on my new batch of inventory for the boutique. I'll never get it all done. By the time I've finally decided where to start I've only got maybe 45 minutes left before I hear the sweet voice of my oldest yelling MAMA, MOM!, Mommmmmyyyyy! Over and over and over in the span of 2 seconds as if I took a hundred years to get to her door. "SHHHHHHH baby girl, PLEASE don't wake up your sister yet!". And then as I plop her in front of the all too familiar babysitter and introduce her to Mowgli and Baloo, I'm mentally slapping myself for this classic Mommy fail. 

ITS CHAOS being a mom. No one tells you how hard it is to always make the best choice as a parent, or the struggle between the times that your kids come first and yes even the times that you and your husband need to come first. Face it, even if they told you, none of us ever listen until we are dealing with it. There is no training manual that makes it easy. BUT its still the best job ever because its the most fulfilling thing in the world to raise another human being. To be loved no matter if you decided to wear pajamas all day or if you woke up in a terrible mood. To get to be the one that teaches my little girls that they have a Creator; that they are fearfully and wonderfully made and that they have a purpose. There is nothing better than that. So I wade through the chaos (quietly) and remind myself that its okay that I didn't get everything done today. Tomorrow I'll write out my to-do's instead of trying to remember them, I'll put on my Stress-Away, and I'll at least do Number 1 on the list. PRAY.