I burned out on cloth diapering, on number 3, too.

I used to have this sign on my bathroom door.. it said something like “I’m okay. No, I don’t need your help. No, I don’t want you to keep knocking. Sit right there. Just do it quietly.” or something like that. I stored books in there.. and escaped often. They often sat, whined, cried, yelled, whatever, right outside the door.. and I let them.

Remember, I had locks on their doors. It really was to keep them out, more than IN.. to keep the room clean.. but try explaining that when someone see’s the locks. *giggle*

My confession: My kitchen is trashed. Dishwasher is finally clean. Both sinks are full. Dishes all over. Two big pots of HM soup, HM red beans and rice, and a crock pot running with tonight’s venison.. I’m just working around the mess, and cleaning the cutting board, now that I’ve run out of clear glass plates.. I have more plates.. I never chop on them. I don’t know why. I hate it when my main dishwasher child is “sick.” *expletive* *giggle*

Oh, and I haven’t done any laundry, in a week. I think. Last laundry is still in the basket, in front of the dryer, needing to be folded. I bet there are wet clothes in the washing machine, too. I’ll check the washer. The dry clothes can just sit there.

I have been productive.. it just doesn’t show around here..

I swear I will upload those hockey game pics today, too.

As for a current confession? I can’t do housework for more than 45 minutes at a time. Hey…at least I know my limits!

I have no faults, me and my dust bunnies are perfectly perfect. LOL As I sit here in my pjs still, playing on the computer, while dh and the kids are outside cleaning off my car.

I cloth diaper because I am too lazy to go to the store and buy diapers, yup that is pretty much the only reason. I hate buying diapers and wipes.

In my defence, (God knows I need one), I’m pretty quick on the spot wipe and I vacuum the _entire_ place twice a week.

Andrea, I’m there about forgetting to get stuff defrosted for tonight’s dinner. But with the chicken ….. if you pop the whole frozen chicken in the crockpot on low (with maybe a half cup of water) in the morning before work, it will be falling off the bone done by 5 p.m. For real! Knowing that saved me several times in the past!

My confession today? There are Sundays I desparately want to stay home from church. I’m tired. Or I just am feeling less–than-worshipful. Or I’m grumpy and don’t want to deal with anyone. But I have to go — I’m the pastor! (So, those of you who go to church, if your pastor seems a little off ….. say an extra prayer for her or him and be extra kind. Thanks!)