I've tried to hide it for so long. Those who know me well know the truth... I am a horrible housewife. And trust me, my husband will tell you so.
In my house you will find cobwebs in nearly every corner, dirty dishes in the sink, dust on most surfaces, and piles of laundry so big a small child could get lost. I used to be embarrassed by my horrendous housekeeping skills (or lack thereof). Unannounced visitors would send me into a speed-cleaning shove-stuff-under-the-bed frenzy. What's worse is that I come from a long line of perfect housewives. I am surrounded by June Cleaver wannabe's! My mother keeps her house in tip-top shape. My grandmother raised 6 kids in a spotless house. Grandma's house was so perfect she even used place mats and cloth napkins! I mean, can you image?! My sister-in-law, bless her spotless soul, cannot physically rest unless her house is in perfect order.
I, however, do not share the same genetic code as these women. I can sleep just fine if my floors are not mopped. Isn't that what the dog is for? I use paper napkins. There are toothpaste stains in my bathroom sink. Hey, I'm not perfect, and I don't try to be.
Now before you run away screaming "She's a SLOB!," let me explain myself. In all actuality, I'm not even a housewife. While I don't by definition "work" outside of my home, I am gone pretty much all day every day. I am a full-time college student, you see. And I am a part-time 2nd grade teacher. After I get home from college classes and teaching, I have oodles of homework and lesson plans to do. Which, as you can imagine, does not leave much time for spicking-and-spanning. Instead of scouring the walls, I prefer to spend my free time lovin' on my husband and kid. This is my platform to share it all with you.
This blog will chronicle the misadventures of our lived-in home, my failures at being a housewife, and how, at times, my husband flips his lid over the crap covering the nightstand. I hope you get a laugh or two out of my corner of the blogosphere.