I’m serving my family store-bought lasagna for supper tonight. I have a gluten-free dairy-free daughter and I don’t even know what she is eating yet.
I fought with my oldest daughter this weekend.
I folded twelve loads of laundry on Sunday.
My husband and I had a meal at a restaurant this weekend for the sole purpose of planning our February budget because someone (ahem.) way overspent in January in the miscellaneous category.
My towels need replaced. Badly.
I have ten things sitting on my counter that need taken out to recycling.
I just swept up an entire box of spaghetti noodles.
My daughter’s occupational therapist saw a very full trash can in the main floor bathroom today. And probably food under the table too.
My children spend way too much time on their handheld electronics.
I just made my oldest son take the other three boys outside and run laps around the house with them.
Just in case you thought that I always serve my family home-cooked meals, never fuss, and have a perfect house. I felt the need to share.