Extreme Makeover
Ever feel like your life needs an EXTREME MAKEOVER?
It's been that kind of a week. The mountains of laundry have gotten so big that I have to move them to go to bed or watch T.V. The "clean" light has been flashing on the dishwasher for days. I find myself choosing between sleep and getting these chores done – so, of course, sleep must win. If a girl doesn't get her four hours of beauty rest – well you know...
I don't know who ever came up with the false concept that we could balance our careers with our domestic life. Clearly something is going to suffer; this week that something is me.
Between working fourteen hour days, getting hand cramps from my Blackberry, and keeping up with my kids, lots of things have been cast aside.
I watched my mangy old dogs drag their dirty coats across my den this morning leaving tumbleweeds of fur in their wake and thought to myself – they need an extreme makeover.
I looked at my stained carpet and beaten-down couch as I sipped lukewarm coffee (that I'm too lazy to microwave) and decided – my house needs an extreme makeover.
Then the scariest moment of all – I caught of glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized that I desperately need an extreme makeover.
Maybe I'll get around to it one of these days, as soon as I empty the dishwasher.
