Where Do I Start?

My days always begin with the sounds of my sweet little boy over the monitor reminding me it's that time again - time to make a bottle for him, pour a sippy cup for Lily, turn on my work computer, get Landon out of bed, change him, dress him, get Lily out of bed, repeat. Take both downstairs for breakfast...and you get the picture. My day needs to start.

I inevitably look at the clock wishing it would reset itself back just an hour. That's all I really need. Occassionally, while I'm begging the clock for extra time I hear "Mommyyyyy? Mommmyyy??? Bubby???? Daddy???"...she just wants someone, anyone to come entertain her. Preferably her Mommy. As I pick up my legs, which seem to weigh a ton each, I put them on the floor, my pre-planned to-do list running through my head. It's only 7:30.

As I make my way downstairs, preparing for my little ones, I pass the laundry pile at the top of the stairs, trip over an entire collection of books, and pretend that I don't see the mini-messes that I should have cleaned up the night before. I usually spend my day walking in circles, driving the kids around, running errands, playing, making meals, and sometimes...I just don't know where to start, so I just never stop. Am I the only one that feels like I never sit down?

Sometimes...I just don't know where to start. I guess I'll start by getting a good night's sleep while these little angels are in bed. :)