confessions

I'm laying myself bare here, so be kind to me. There are several things I feel the need to confess:

• I'm a horrible housewife. I have to potential to be a good one, in that I know how to operate an oven, sort laundry, and vaccuum the floor. In fact, I'm the worst kind of horrible because of this potential! I should probably sub-confess here, while I'm at it:

1. I hate cleaning. UGH. I tolerate it when I have company (like someone cleaning with me, or watching me clean) and I mindlessly accomplish it when I'm on the phone (which is why my house was never cleaner than when I was talking to cousin-in-law Sarah several times a day) but I hate it so much that the sight of a horribly filthy house isn't even enough to sway me sometimes. How sad for my poor husband! (You should keep in mind that this is my current attitude, which is influenced by exhaustion and being out-numbered. In normal life, I'm swayed by filth.)
2. I hate shopping. Again, with company it's not so bad... but when that company is Benjamin, it could go either way. Grocery shopping is a chore for me and always manages to be an event. I come home exhausted every time! Clothes shopping is the same way, and just-because shopping always leaves me feeling guilty for spending money I probably shouldn't have (this doesn't reflect on good-housewife motives. Good housewives joyfully spend their husbands' money and don't think twice about it. They have to, otherwise they can't look cute for him. Ooooh that's a good sub-confession.)
3. I never look cute for my husband. When he leaves at 6:45 I am in my PJs, barely awake, and probably leaking milk due to the screaming baby (was that too descriptive? I want to paint the proper image here :-) ) When he comes home around 4 I'm in survivor-mode, with one or both children attached to me and most likely wearing half of my PJs (the other half having spit-up on it). If he's lucky I've brushed my teeth. If he's luckier, I managed to wipe my body down after said spit-up and no longer smell like it. I think the best that I look happens right before bed, when fresh clothes (probably new PJs) and a potential shower do wonders.

• I just unpacked my Christmas decorations. I know, I know... we're 10 days away! What can I say, this is an off year. BUT my husband braved the snow yesterday to get me a tree and managed to get this beauty for half-price. Wahoo! Isn't he sweet?

• I haven't cooked a meal in almost a week. Don't worry, we're not eating out every night... just a lot of leftovers. I should have been cooking this week but somehow it hasn't been on my priority list. That could probably be a sub-confession for the housewife, but the "grab whatever" method isn't good for anyone in this family.

• I haven't paid this month's bills yet. Yikes!! I keep forgetting, and then when I remember I get distracted again. For example, opening my computer to pay bills, seeing the pictures I just uploaded, deciding to blog about them, and wind up confessing to the internet. See? (Don't worry, the essentials have been paid. I would never forget something like rent!)

• This is a doozy. I have become a hypocritical babywise follower. (I keep waiting for lightening to strike or something.) But an attempt to fix this leads me to another confession...

• I'm sitting on the couch right now and listening to my baby scream. WOW can she yell!!! Really, I'm listening to both of them. Her screaming gets Benjamin whimpering because he's both sensitive and highly attuned to whatever "sissa" needs (usually he decides it's a binky, and usually he tries to put it in her eye)

• I haven't been to the gym in a week. Well, 6 days. And yes, I've been sick. But still.

I feel better. Don't you? It's nice to confess, and I almost feel motivated to do something about my transgressions. While I continue to ponder on that, here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure:

awww snow!
(did I mention we got snow yesterday?)

(and also strong winds? well, the wind didn't tip the table. that was my strong husband. but we DO have strong winds. strong and cold!)

poor sheep.

my strong husband didn't make the snow-drift, that was the strong wind

oooh, green

headed out for a walk

local foliage

bird!

heading home

oooh, red

my window-sill. does it make you happy, too?