Housework

A note on housework. Mike can't believe that I posted pictures of my messy house and has suggested that I can delete them now. But I'm not going to. That's my life. It's part of the point of the blog. Granted mainly I do it so people can ohh and ahh over my brilliant and gorgeous children, (feel free to share your oohing and ahhing anytime ) :0) But it is also the only journaling I do anymore (and be thankful I don't do full journaling here.) Anyway, this is my life. I spend too much of my energy thinking about, dealing with, working on cleaning my house. I hate it. It often overwhelms me and gives me serious cause to what if my life for a few mintues every day, sometimes more than a few. But sometimes I defeat it, if only for a half hour and that gives me just enough to keep trying. I've decided I'm not the happy housekeeper, don't know if I ever will be. I endure it because it's part of the job. I know, it shocks me too, but there you have it. Sometimes I need a little motivation to bother trying day after day so don't be surprised to find sequals posted from time to time. Happy housekeeping everyone!

P.S. I spent most of the afternoon baking (bread, pumpkin bread, pizza dough and dinner) a messy, messy enterprise. HUGE thanks to Krisin who helped clean it all up. All that help makes me feel so engergized I might just go empty the dishwasher before I go to bed. Night Night.

P.P.S. I did empty the dishwasher before I went to bed. :0)