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Crumpets and Bollocks: Goodbye LoverFaces

Goodbye LoverFaces

Edited... I'm not quitting the blog. I know that I need to spend more time on the family and less on the computer, but I was listening to advice from the wrong person when it came to the subject of quitting the blog... so I'm not quitting it like I was thinking about. I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell but...

Love you all for reading me.

I had the following underneath in drafts.


So I was talking with a friend thinking, "Well I think I'm going to try to stop making so many goals for the time I'm alone with the kids, like it's just too stressful trying to accomplish something with 3 kids needing stuff every 5 seconds, but cleaning is ok. I think I'll just start planning to clean when I am home alone with the kids because when they need something, I'm already up moving around..."

Yeah.

It seems like only yesterday when I was all, "I can't fucking clean anything with these kids here. Someone needs to take them out of the house for a while so I can clean." Weird. 

Moms all over the world will tell you that cleaning with the kids home is futile. But I had to. They were always home and CPS has issues about civilizations growing in a pot on your stove, so I had to. I had to figure it the fuck out, and today is the day where I realized I sort of have to an extent.

Don't get me wrong, June Cleaver would scream in fits of horror entering my house. It's still a mess, but a manageable one, and fresh. A fresh mess. Always a fresh mess. But the thing is, I did it. 

I. Did. It.

Here I'm thinking I can't do it. I am still thinking I can't do it. Clean with the kids here. Impossible. I can't do it. I just want a clean house. Impossible. I can't do it. 

Wait.

I did. 

I already had. It's like the moment in the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy realizes she had the power to go home with her the whole time because the "good" witch left that out in the beginning. Bitch. 

So I'm telling you moms out there who say, "I can't do it," I'm telling you to look around. You are doing it. You have been doing it. Just keep doing.

Crumpets and Bollocks: Goodbye LoverFaces

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Goodbye LoverFaces

Edited... I'm not quitting the blog. I know that I need to spend more time on the family and less on the computer, but I was listening to advice from the wrong person when it came to the subject of quitting the blog... so I'm not quitting it like I was thinking about. I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell but...

Love you all for reading me.

I had the following underneath in drafts.


So I was talking with a friend thinking, "Well I think I'm going to try to stop making so many goals for the time I'm alone with the kids, like it's just too stressful trying to accomplish something with 3 kids needing stuff every 5 seconds, but cleaning is ok. I think I'll just start planning to clean when I am home alone with the kids because when they need something, I'm already up moving around..."

Yeah.

It seems like only yesterday when I was all, "I can't fucking clean anything with these kids here. Someone needs to take them out of the house for a while so I can clean." Weird. 

Moms all over the world will tell you that cleaning with the kids home is futile. But I had to. They were always home and CPS has issues about civilizations growing in a pot on your stove, so I had to. I had to figure it the fuck out, and today is the day where I realized I sort of have to an extent.

Don't get me wrong, June Cleaver would scream in fits of horror entering my house. It's still a mess, but a manageable one, and fresh. A fresh mess. Always a fresh mess. But the thing is, I did it. 

I. Did. It.

Here I'm thinking I can't do it. I am still thinking I can't do it. Clean with the kids here. Impossible. I can't do it. I just want a clean house. Impossible. I can't do it. 

Wait.

I did. 

I already had. It's like the moment in the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy realizes she had the power to go home with her the whole time because the "good" witch left that out in the beginning. Bitch. 

So I'm telling you moms out there who say, "I can't do it," I'm telling you to look around. You are doing it. You have been doing it. Just keep doing.

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