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It never ends. It's constantly there. No matter how hard we try to manage the laundry, there's always a pile of it somewhere in the house. Baby girl is now on solids so there's always dirty bibs in the kitchen. Jakey usually comes home from preschool with paint, glitter and other unidentifiable crustaceans on his clothes. The hamper in my room always seems to be overflowing. And my husband can't quite seem to put his clothes in the hamper. They usually end up scattered on the floor around the hamper.

Hubby and I try to share the responsibility of doing laundry. We're actually pretty good about washing and drying, but our real strength is letting clean clothes pile up in the guest bedroom for two, three (let's be honest) sometimes up to a week waiting for someone, anyone, to fold and put them away. More often than not, the scenario entails me going to my closet, not finding what I need, traipsing down the hallway half dressed and then sorting through a twisted pile of shirts, pants, underwear, socks, bibs, blankets and whatever else has been sitting there. Sometimes I feel like I'm panning for gold. I actually feel victorious when I find what I need.

I realize it's not the perfect system, but at least we each have one clean outfit to wear every day. Matching socks are optional.

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Jakey just turned 4. Hard to believe my little guy can now pour his own bowl of cereal, dress himself and help out with baby sister. When Jakey was a baby, everyone told me how quickly he would grow up. I now understand what they were talking about.

I started thinking about how to mark his 4^th birthday a couple of months ago. We have attended several parties at bounce house places, gymnastics venues and even hosted his third birthday party at Gymboree. All have been very fun and every child and parent goes home happy. The child is happy because they just had a great time and the parent is happy because their child either needs a nap or will go to bed early.

For Jakey, I wanted to do something different. Something fun and easy. Noticing that we’re acquiring some costumes and watching Jake continue to play in his fireman’s costume from Halloween, I suggested a dress up party. Jakey was not only agreeable, but very excited about the idea. So with that, I sent out invitations and asked everyone to bring a costume to share. I also involved Jake in the planning process. We went to the party supply store together and he picked out his plates, napkins and table cloth. We got a few take and bake pizzas and served some cut up fruit (oranges, apples and bananas per Jake’s request). Lastly, instead of a cake, Jake and I made and decorated cupcakes. He was very much involved in the planning process and I think that made him even more excited about it. It was a very fun and laid back party and both parents and kids enjoyed themselves. Back to basics – it was a great time.

I have no rhythm. I'm out of sync. I have two left feet and I can't find my groove! Sorry for the corny analogies, but that's how I've been feeling for the last four weeks. (at least)

The last four weeks have been riddled with the anxiety of Baby Girl starting daycare, the fussiness that accompanies teething, getting settled into a new job and everyone in my house being sick...twice. I was plagued with losing my voice. And I'm not talking the sultry, sexy Demi Moore voice. I was reduced to a whisper, with the occasional squeak, please stop talking because you sound annoying voice. Oh well.

As most moms, I’m trying to find balance between family, work, fun, and oh yeah, me. Last night I was starting to feel achy so I thought a nice hot bubble bath would do the trick.  I looked in the bathroom and the only bubble bath I could find was Spiderman Berry Scented bubble bath. (mild formula) I thought, what is wrong with this picture?! I don’t even have bubble bath for myself. Nonetheless, Spidey and I shared a relaxing 20 minutes.

I also want to get on a consistent running schedule. I have started and stopped several times over the last few weeks. I just can’t seem to get it all together.  Also trying to be a better meal planner, but I must admit, we’re not shy to bust open a box of cereal and announce – dinner is served. Cereal with a piece of fruit is actually healthy, right? And Jakey, my preschooler likes it.

I don’t think I have unrealistic expectations for myself and my family. I’ve just encountered several obstacles over the last four weeks that are preventing me from getting into a groove and regular routine. I know I will get there; it just might take a little longer.

The other night, I was the last one to bed. I actually enjoy these moments because it's quiet and I can have a few minutes to catch my breath. But it was time for bed.

First stop - Jakey's room. He looked so cozy and warm curled up in his Speed McQueen Cars blanket. What a sweetie.

Second stop - Baby Girl's room. She looked angelic as the soft light from her nightlight was glowing on her face. Such peace.

Last stop - my room. Upon entering my room, the lights were on, but hubby was sprawled out on top of the covers. He looked like he fell asleep while trying to make a snow angel. Arms and legs stretched out  towards each corner of the bed. With each breath, I thought he was inhaling half of the oxygen in the room. With each exhale, it sounded like a team of broken chainsaws. And did I mention he did not have one piece of clothing on?! Not even a sock. Yes, it truly was a sight. As much as I think my husband is cute, it was such a contrast from the wee ones. I thought, when do we stop looking cute when we sleep?

Well, I had to go in. I climbed into bed and fought for position. A few jabs to his ribs and he managed to move his 270lb frame.

I had a solid sleep. No interruptions, however, I woke up to a pool of drool on my pillow and some crust stuck to the corners of my mouth. At that moment, I answered my own question.