Lately several people have commented to me about how happy I always am- how they don't know how I can be so happy and get so much done. This makes me laugh- and shudder. I hate to think I've mistakenly given anyone this impression. In light of all this, and because I am publishing my blog for my posterity, I want to alleviate any misconceptions.
This is me today. I am not always grouchy, but today I am. I am feeling mean and tired. My house is a horrible mess. I have no desire to clean it. This may be because 24 hours ago it was somewhat clean. (I say "somewhat" with liberty.) Somehow, our house undergoes a spontaneous deconstruction every few hours. Amazingly enough, no one knows how this happens. The shoes, bags, food, wrappers? "I didn't do it". Me either. Some days, I just get tired of cleaning it up again.
The laundry piles are mounting. Funny, because I had it all done just a day ago. Oh, except the baskets were already half full again by the time I put the "last load" in.
I have a church meeting tonight that I don't want to go to. This is silly, because I know I will be so glad that I went. But I still don't want to go.
The girls just spilled applesauce all over the floor. I should have said, "No big deal". But I didn't. I wasn't very nice. I spoke louder than I needed to. I made them clean it up while I gave a mini-lecture on not walking around with food.
As you can see, my attitude is not always positive.
The following pictures are documenting my house today. (I am showing these with the understanding that no one calls DCFS.)
This would be the dirt that mysteriously appeared on the window sill. What's the good of a bit of dirt if you can't write in it?