Some days I think I've conquered this whole stay at home Mom thing. Then there are days that I come home and look at my house and wonder when Matt Paxton and Dr. Chabaud are coming to film Hoarders (oh, and A&E - please pick up Hoarders for next season. Don't make me resort to watching the TLC knock off version).
Today was good, the boy and I went for a four mile walk this morning, though we were super slow about it and I only burned around 230 calories. FYI. Then this afternoon all three of us walked to our local park. So not a bad day for the kids, but not a great day for the house either. Some day I will master the art of raising children and keeping a clean house, but today us not that day. My mother tried to be nice and said it will always be difficult to keep my place de-cluttered because it's small and there are no closets. I have turned that into meaning I don't have to try. "Oh, this pile of mail that's been growing larger for 6 months? It's okay that it stays in the kitchen, I have no closets". "The mountain of clean laundry over here? Totes acceptable - I have no closets". It's not a good scene.