I birthed them in my bed, now I have to lie in it.
posted by Domestic Slackstress @ 1:39 PM
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I can't really say I'm a writer any longer; I'm more of a professional procrastinator. How 'bout poser writer? Need an excuse? I hatch them daily when I'm not busy wiping up my three heathens' snot and road raging them around our cookie cutter SoCal 'hood. The kids: The Lawyer, 6, Cheeks, 4, and Pigtails, 2.5. My Hubster would make a better mother than me, and I mean that in a good way. Pinkie swear, cross my heart, jab a hot poker in my eye or whatever it is my kids say before they cave and inform on each other.
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Hah! You've got to be kidding. This is what my boy's bedroom looks like on a daily basis.
15 minutes at a time.
Oh girl, this is what my house looks like! But in my defense...we've been crammed in this little 1 bedroom house for 3 months and I've reached my max of contentedness!! I don't feel like cleaning, cooking, laundry, anything. I want to get out of this house soooo bad!!! 4 of us! 4 of us crammed inhere!!!
Oh man all the time. I hate having to go into my spare bedroom. It is the worst of all the rooms because we just cram random stuff into it and shut the door. We don't keep toys in the boy's room because it is too tempting for Evan to play instead of nap like he needs to be doing.
You just made me feel better about the fact that my apartment needs cleaning (it's not so bad after all). I didn't think that was possible. Thank you!
That is my entire freaking life!
I feel like I am running around averting total disaster or that those ladies who clean horrendous houses with snotty english attitudes will show up and not even try...
It is a losing battle.
most certainly - yes! why do you think i'm sitting here blogging instead of putting the washing away? heeeeeeeelp!
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This is what my kids' rooms look like when they finish cleaning! LOL
oh that is hideous. I am getting short of breath.
i kick everyone out for the afternoon and run around like a chicken with my head cut off. That, or I go and blog and get irritated with my husband somehow....
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