post-its i want to post around my house:

- your coffee is by the computer [or in the kitchen, in the bathroom by the curling iron, on top of the car].

- don't eat another muffin. [posted after i tear up the "do not eat any muffins" post-it]

- you can do this [on my bedside table to be seen every morning]

- the keys are by the computer [in the kitchen, in the fridge, in the bathroom by the curling iron, in maddie's crib, on top of the car]

- make more [on the coffee pot]

- maddie is not a vacuum. [on the vacuum]

- unless you do this, it won't get done [on the hampers, above the sink, above the diapers, above my bills, on my need-to-be-tweezed eyebrows]

- call them [on my iphone under every name of someone who has said 'if you need anything, call']

- hi. i'm your piano. play me.

- hang me [on every piece of art that is still leaning against a bare wall]

- call one of your guy friends [where there are gaping holes in the wall after i've attempted to hang the above-said art]

- don't do it [on my iphone after i've had a glass of wine and am tempted to send happy and/or honest e-mails, tweets, texts, facebook messages to everyone i know and don't know but apparently would like to annoy harass converse with.]

an afternoon in my head:

• i wonder when Maddie is going to poop.
• if i put my pajamas on at 3 p.m., does that make me lazy?
• will i ever exercise again?
• ...does it matter if i do, since i'm lazy enough to put pjs on at 3 p.m.?
• since i'm admitting laziness, when will i finish unpacking from moving?
• maybe that's where my missing stuff is.
• i should write. paint. sing. draw. crochet. sew.
• i need a sewing machine. the sewing machine is in the mail.
• oh yeah. dishes.
  
• i wonder when madeleine will be old enough to help with dishes.
• god. i'm a terrible parent.
• i wonder if i'll screw her up.
• who am i kidding, of course i will.
• hmm. i should go kiss her and tell her i love her.
• oh yeah. laundry.
• i wonder if i'll be doing this by myself for the rest of my life.
• that would suck.
• or would it?
• maybe i should put some real clothes on and exercise.
• or go to bed.

I'm adding this... as a friend of mine replied. I just had to share this with everyone else. Gotta love friends who "get" you. (This dear friend is expecting her first baby!!):

· i wonder when Maddie is going to poop. I can’t wait until this becomes a primary concern of mine.
· if i put my pajamas on at 3 p.m., does that make me lazy? What if I don’t get out of them until 3 p.m?
· will i ever exercise again? I wonder this myself…I think its okay if “baby” serves as excuse for like 3 years
· ...does it matter if i do, since i'm lazy enough to put pjs on at 3 p.m.?
· since i'm admitting laziness, when will i finish unpacking from moving? Going on two years here…have two pictures up
· maybe that's where my missing stuff is. You probably threw it away when “nesting”
· i should write. paint. sing. draw. crochet. sew. Ditto…except I am not good at any of those nor do I know how to do the last two.
· i need a sewing machine. the sewing machine is in the mail. I love crossed off things!
· oh yeah. dishes. Buy paper plates…biodegradable of course…I don’t think I spelled that word right but no squiggly line is showing up…
· i wonder when madeleine will be old enough to help with dishes. Umm doesn’t walking=vacuuming (if not my master plan may be threatened)
· god. i'm a terrible parent. I promise you are better than I am going to be
· i wonder if i'll screw her up. Just love. And let her know that she is loved. By you. And more importantly, by Him.
· who am i kidding, of course i will. That’s why God made counselors.
· hmm. i should go kiss her and tell her i love her.
· oh yeah. laundry. Don’t tell but until last week I hadn’t done laundry in four weeks…I am not kidding. I have no excuse.
· i wonder if i'll be doing this by myself for the rest of my life. I hope not.
· that would suck. You are strong and you let God be your provision.
· or would it? See above.
· maybe i should put some real clothes on and exercise. I don’t really ever have this thought.
· or go to bed. This one on the other hand….

For the record, Christy - you are going to be an AWESOME mom. I tell myself that as long as I think I'll be a bad mom, there's a good chance I'll be a good one. If I think I'll be a good one, I'll probably be to arrogant to admit mistakes.