I did not forget to apply sunscreen to my chest when I went to the beach last week. I didn’t fry myself. I’m not peeling. More importantly, I have not gone out in the sun in that same swim suit several more times so I could expose that area to more dangerous UV….whatever rays. Not me! .
I have not almost HAD IT with my 2 year old screaming and throwing toys at bedtime. I am not at my wits end and running out of hope. I haven’t gone into his room after he’s FINALLY asleep and laid down next to him and cried because I feel like an utter failure. I have not been thinking that pitching a tent in the backyard and making him sleep outside would be a better option. I have not entertained the thought of how I could actually keep him contained in the backyard legally. NO WAY!! I’ve got this parenting thing down. I always know exactly the right way to handle my beautiful, angel faced children.
I have been keeping the house very orderly and spotless since I posted those pictures of it being clean. I have not let every room begin to slip a little too much. I’m not beginning to feel that all of that cleaning was in vain and I should just succumb to having a permanently messy house as long as people live in it. No, I have a plan….a weekly cleaning schedule to ensure that it all gets done. I dust. I mop. I clean baseboards. I clean ceiling fans. I feel it is my calling, really. Cleaning that is. “Cleaning is my calling.” I’m going to get a t-shirt made that says that. Better yet, I’m going to get it printed up on a skanky hot pink halter top! What would you think about that?!
I’m not losing my mind because THAT CHILD (whom I adore) IS THROWING TOYS AT MY NICELY REFINISHED FLOORS!!! I’M NOT BITTER!!!!
Okay, I feel better now.