i'm not going to lie-i've been feelin' a little ghetto lately.
you know those days, when all the little messes & random broken things & unfinished projects- just all add up at the same time....and you're like,
dude! for the love of all that is classy- can a frumpy mother of two just catch a freakin' break?
*or is it just me that has those?
i really do love my life.
i love that my main job is mommy, party of two.
i love that i can sport an asu shirt w/ a bleach stain & athletic shorts all day.
i love that i am [9 times out of 10] barefoot & bedheaded when i drop off chloe @ preschool.
i love that i have time to do projects & daydream & play ponies & read stories.
i love that i have a down to earth husband who's understanding & loving.
i love that even though i don't shower until 4pm sometimes...i lead a busy, fulfilled existence.
i love that i don't need {or even want, really} fancy things.
i love that "cozy" and "loved" and "simple" are words i could easily use to describe my happy home.
i don't, however, love:
*the cancer-like weed patches in my front suppose-to-be flower bed.
*my car that needs to be featured on it's own episode of hoarders.
*stepping on myron's work belt everyday & {almost}/maybe cussing.
*my total resistance to routine & lack of order to prove it.
*the embarrassment i feel by my inability to keep my housework maintained regularly.
*the buttons that stick on my laptop, mostly likely from food particles. {told ya: classy!}
*the fact that we are out of trash bags & bread & paper towels all at the same time.
*the infamous goldfish cracker stuck to my heal from walking across the wood floor.
so much of my life is completely, 100% awesome....and you know-i'm grateful.
...but i really think it's due-time to "class it up" a bit.
i need a ghettorvention.
