Today I have to clean my house. I have a deadline for getting this place in some semblance of order. My bug guy comes a week from today...he has to be able to walk in every room. Currently there are at least two rooms that he cannot.
I love cooking. I seriously do. But Hubby wouldn't know that. I almost never cook for him because there's never any freaking counter space to cook or any clean pots and pans.
Whenever I run out of unmentionables, sorting the laundry takes an hour. That is because I have to separate the clean and dirty from each other where the piles have accumulated on the floor.
Please tell me I am not the only Domestic Diva with this problem!
This is sooo embarrassing...but I felt the need to share this as I yet again procrastinate (although it's legit snacktime; I'm hungrier than a pregnant elephant!). I'm working on being transparent. I know it is not God's will for me to lie and hide behind masks. So here it is: the real me!
Keep it Kute!