Just Keeping It Real

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.