Sometimes I still act like a big kid. Not in the cute, playful, carefree way either. It’s more the “Awww...mom….do I have to“? way that all kids act when you tell them to do something they don’t want to do.

Without a mom to nag and motivate me, I’m left to do it myself….and that is the hardest  part of being a grown up. I have found when I treat myself like I would my teenager, I get more done and actually have more time for hobbies. Would I let my teenager sit on the couch and stare at the T.V. without first finishing his/her chores…. NO WAY. I actually try to limit my kids “screen time” to an hour or two a day, so why not the same rules for me?

On the days I feel really lazy (like today) I write myself a list of the things I want to get done that day and make myself do them before I can watch television, read a book or take a nap. Today I have to wash the sheets, make the beds, dust the house, clean the bathrooms and take the kids for an hour walk in the stroller. Awwww, mom...I don’t want to! What I really want to do is sit on my arse and zone out to some mindless crap on the boob tube, who wouldn’t?  But I say to myself  “Welcome to life Cas. Suck it up. If you hurry and get it done you’ll have the rest of the day to yourself”.  Man, I’m such a nag.  Maybe I’ll sulk awhile, throw myself on my bed and yell obscenities at myself before starting the daily chores…just for effect.