I had a very bizarre day yesterday. That's the bad thing about a public blog. It was so bizarre that as much as I would love to write something about it, I really shouldn't.
Many bloggers claim only to appear narcissistic online because it is their "journal." Really? (As if that is an excuse for being narcissistic.) Blogging is not my journal. There is so much I don't write about. I didn't go into detail about the women at Luke's preschool on Thursday who made me cry. Or tell you about the argument I had yesterday with my husband. The problem with a blog, as opposed to a journal, is that it is public. I'm pretty sure we are all pretty selective about what we choose to disclose online. So, what I'm really saying is that I don't have an excuse for being narcissistic. I won't apologize for this being about ME ME ME. After all, it is called, "Tales of an Ordinary Housewife."
So, instead of telling you what really happened yesterday (don't worry, nobody died), I'm going to keep it light. You know, I need to keep up appearances of normalcy here.
Have you ever heard the quote by Erma Bombeck that trying to clean with children in the house is like trying to shovel snow during a snowstorm? Amen, Erma. So true. Amidst the chaos yesterday, my 9 year old next door neighbor climbed into our backyard and played with my kids for an hour and a half. It was a dream come true since it allowed me to clean the house without interruption. Of course, it's 10 a.m. the next morning and the house looks messier than before I started cleaning.
I recently read The Art of Homemaking by Daryl Hoole. Best. Book. Ever. It was very inspiring. As mentioned in the book (and pictured above), you will notice that the key to being a successful homemaker is wearing an apron. Aprons are more than just a fashion statement. They are a way of life. According to Ms Hoole, the pockets can be used to hold all sorts of stuff. My friend, Sommer, gave me one a few months ago. I wear it when I need to feel productive. The only problem is that the pockets aren't deep enough. I can only fit so many shoebox sized Little Tykes trucks in the pockets as I am cleaning up through out the day.
Trying to clean a house with little kids is like life. You'll probably fail, the house will probably never be or stay completely clean, but you keep trying anyway. How was that for introspective?