Busy Day
Well, I’ve got a very busy day ahead of me. I’ve got a ton of housework to do. I hate housework so much. I’m not a good housekeeper at all. My house is a mess right now. I would be totally depressed, except for the fact that I think I am a good mother. I think that’s more important. I’m working on being a better housekeeper, though. Hey, wow. That’s really boring.
My life tends to be that way, though. Boring. I rarely have anything exciting to talk about. Well, unless you consider the fact that my baby has learned to crawl exciting, which I do think it is. Oh, yeah. I was pretty excited last night when I bought almost all of Kyra’s fall wardrobe for sixty bucks. She had to have everything new, because she’s grown so much since last year. I get excited over things that seem mundane to everyone else.
I’m not unhappy with my life, though. Don’t think that. My life rocks. Okay, maybe not rocks in the way that you are thinking, but I think it’s pretty cool. I’ve got a husband that loves me, and kids I adore. I don’t have to work and leave my kids at daycare, but I get to stay home with them. We live in a nice house, we have a nice car, and my kids are beautiful. (I would have been sad had my kids been ugly.) 
Anyway, I’m going to write more about my life later. I know you’re dying to know more about me. I’ll be happy to oblige. But, right now, I’ve got to start cleaning on my disaster.
