So, some of the exercises in futility with which I occasionally entertain myself:
Sweeping the kitchen floor (Mopping? Surely you jest!).
Repeating, “Your sleeve is not a Kleenex.”
Telling brothers not to fight.
Working on a floor puzzle when the baby/toddler is awake.
Putting a clean shirt on the three-year-old.
Putting clean pants on the three-year-old.
Putting anything clean within a five-foot radius of the three-year-old.
Yours?
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Convincing my three year old that sandals would be better with her dress then rain boots.
Keeping markers out of reach of my 17 month boy. We go through about two a week, seriously how does he find them?
Keeping just about anything out of reach of my 17 month boy.
Laundry
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Trying to remember anything when pregnant.
Telling my 20 month old son not to kick the ball in the house.
Concentrating while blogging in my head.
Dusting.
Cleaning in general.
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Amen!
Keeping sand in the sandbox.
Convincing my Wonderful Husband that the sink is for dirty dishes and the trash can is for trash.... not the other way around?!?
I love how we all love the borg. :D
Socks.
Quiet Hour.
Sleep.
Blogging. ;)
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