ice cream and french fries...

My lack of blogging last week...I blame my children. Actually, it isn't really just their fault...life happens, and last week it happened from 4am until late at night with continual interludes of crying from dusk to dawn. I must admit that in many ways I feel like I failed at parenting last week, housekeeping, being a good wife, and so on. do you ever have one of those weeks?

My only solution besides finding quiet, dark corners to cry in periodically was in getting an ice cream cone and some French fries with my boys...I gave up on trying to do what is right, or what I think is right in the eye's of others. I love following all the blogs I do, but sometimes I get so defeated because I feel I can never compare.

My house is almost always dusty and messy. Some days I clean it first thing in the morning, and by lunch a tornado has hit. Sometimes I wait until night, and then awake to messes still? What? The mess monsters even come out at night!!! At least in my house they do.

I am 37. I have horrible acne right now. I have been trying every natural, chemical-free, home treatment there is, and still craters continue to happen on my poor skin.

I make semi-gourmet organic meals for my munchkins, they roll their eyes when I present them with their delicious plates of food...I usually end up feeding it to the dogs.

I set up a budget, but as the bills keep rolling in the mailbox I am amazed that we are way over budget already with a good portion of the month still ahead.

I was growing my hair out, but alas it was so damaged at the bottom that I shortened it again and will try once more for curly, long locks...

The list could go on...but we understand the routine. A less than stellar week, and unbelievable anxiety as we start another week.

Instead, I will continue to snack on fries and ice cream, listen to mellow music, and moreover pray my two-year-old sleeps past 4am tomorrow.