Keepin' it real

I sometimes come back from browsing blogs and feel depressed because I haven't made vintage glitter crowns and curled up with buttered yeast rolls before a roaring fire reading "Little Women" aloud while my faithful golden retriever, Cinnamon, lolls about being used as a pillow by my clean and freshly pajamaed girls.

Instead, I have seven baskets of laundry in stages varying from stained with poop, freshly washed but needs another round of Oxiclean for the poop stains, left in the washer overnight so the mildew smell is faint, clean but wrinkled from sitting in the dryer, to folded. And my children are uncombed and naked, wearing Darth Vader masks and eating ice cream sandwiches in the baby jumperoo.