Alright, it's a little 'honesty time'. I don't want to do anymore housework. I don't want to wash the dishes, I would rather lament the fact that I don't have a dishwasher. I don't want to vacuum the rug because the crumbs are making the shape of a funny face. If I have to fold one more load of laundry, I will force the entire family to go naked for a week and will be committed as a result. *sigh*
I read blogs and these awesome women are so collected and together. I feel envious that they can run their families, have their houses completely clean and decorated tastefully, cook awesome meals that are about to be submitted to a magazine to celebrate their deliciousness, and can blog about it at the same time. I would like to believe that the pictures they're posting don't tell the whole story and that just off to the left of that picture is a messy child dumping glow-in-the-dark sand all over the floor. But I'm sure they aren't.
I'm no domestic goddess. I would like to tell you that my house runs like a well-oiled machine but the truth is, if I sit down for a moment, explosions happen. My two-year old cannot be trusted by himself, but I cannot watch him every second of the day. As a result, I get frequent notifications from my 6-year old that sound something like this: "Mom, Noah is putting coupons in the fish tank." You can replace the word 'coupons' and the word 'fish tank' with another object/location, and I've probably heard it.
I have to believe that none of you are domestic goddesses, either. While I'm waiting for confirmation of that, I have to go remove some coupons from the fish tank.