So, help me understand something.
Why is it that when MOMMY is sick, no one does a damn thing around the house?
My house was social worker clean yesterday. We had our home study for the adoption of my stepdaughter yesterday. We passed with flying colors, and I can only assume it's not because I'm a decent parent and shit. Oh, no. It was because my house was SPOTLESSLY clean for the social worker to view. As in - she could have even opened closets and cabinets and not been pelted by an avalanche of crap. I was so proud!
And in a scant eight hours, my children destroyed it.
My kitchen is a mess.
My living room is a mess.
Their rooms are trashed again.
WHISKEY. TANGO. FOXTROT.
Seriously, this is horrid. Mommy just went on a congested hissyfit streak. They're now doing the dishes. And I may or may not kill them.
Have I mentioned that I'm overly dramatic and bitchy when I'm sick?
the misadventures of a professional woman trying to find the elusive work-life balance
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this is not my beautiful life
So, I'm getting old.
And I'm also getting domestic.
These two things are not mutually exclusive, I'm learning.
When I was younger, I'd often say that my best "dish" was reservations. This was very concerning to my stay-at-home mother, because she took great pride in her cooking and homemaking skills. My abject disdain for Murphy's Oil Soap was well-earned, considering the fact that I got to scrub woodwork every time I mouthed off.
Anyhow, as I've gotten older, I've found that I actually like having a lovely home. My last townhouse was small and in a neighborhood that we really didn't like. It was cluttered, never kept clean, and just was not someplace that I enjoyed living. We have since moved out to the outskirts of the Metro Columbus area, and into a home that we really cherish. Also, another reason I've gotten so domestic? The website called Unfuck Your Habitat. Seriously, it was just the motivation I needed to change my life.
As part of my life makeover, I've found that I really enjoy cooking. Like, REALLY enjoy it. I started clogging up my Facebook timeline with my obsessive-compulsive posts about my ice cream maker and my tasty dinners ... so I figured I'd take the talk over here.
And I'm also getting domestic.
These two things are not mutually exclusive, I'm learning.
When I was younger, I'd often say that my best "dish" was reservations. This was very concerning to my stay-at-home mother, because she took great pride in her cooking and homemaking skills. My abject disdain for Murphy's Oil Soap was well-earned, considering the fact that I got to scrub woodwork every time I mouthed off.
Anyhow, as I've gotten older, I've found that I actually like having a lovely home. My last townhouse was small and in a neighborhood that we really didn't like. It was cluttered, never kept clean, and just was not someplace that I enjoyed living. We have since moved out to the outskirts of the Metro Columbus area, and into a home that we really cherish. Also, another reason I've gotten so domestic? The website called Unfuck Your Habitat. Seriously, it was just the motivation I needed to change my life.
As part of my life makeover, I've found that I really enjoy cooking. Like, REALLY enjoy it. I started clogging up my Facebook timeline with my obsessive-compulsive posts about my ice cream maker and my tasty dinners ... so I figured I'd take the talk over here.
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