I feel like I’m totally cheating on this NaBloPoMo, but I will not fail.

I’m also not making any more commitments, except that one, I guess.

Another repost (this one totally fits because it seems that working a few more hours a week is also an excellent reason to avoid housework)….

Bedlam

Yesterday I went with my kids to Busch Gardens. We had such a wonderful time. Definitely one of those days that reminds me that my kids are my reason for living. When we got home I was horrified to discover that my house had been ransacked. It is a terrifying feeling. You would think I would be used to it though since this is what I come home to every single day.

I am a walking tornado. I thrive on chaos and despise housework more than anything else in the world. If you ever stop by my house unexpectedly I will probably blame my children for the disaster. Honestly I try to keep them out of the house as much as possible because I get tired of hearing them complain about the mess. Its all me. I will do absolutely anything to put off housework. Its one of the reasons I started this blog. Writing is a way better excuse for not cleaning than watching Law and Order reruns all day. I will never understand how people keep clean organized homes or cars or work spaces or children. Oddly enough one of my favorite things to do to avoid housework is to buy cleaning products. I guess my secret hope is that one day one of my kids is going to turn into one of those weirdo neat freaks and I just want to be prepared.