I Need A Mom

I wrote this post last night,

but didn't want to press publish.
I kept thinking...
what are people going to think of me?

I didn't even have a good picture to go with it.
I think I have the, Post Christmas Yuckies.
As opposed to the, Pre Christmas Crazies.

I need to take down everything,
but I don't know where to put it.
My storage room looks like a hurricane hit.
And I just want to read a good book.
There I said it.

I don't want to do it.
Even though I know it will feel so good to have it all done.
Just thinking about it is overwhelming.

I'm not sure why, but
I seem to surround myself with Type A personalities.
I suppose it's the whole opposites attract thing.
I'm drawn to them.
It gets to me though.
I wonder... why I can't be that way?
Why can't I be organized?

I've let Flylady down too.
My sink wasn't shiny last night.
My bathroom is a mess,
Pretty much everything is a mess.

So instead of getting to it, I sat down at the computer in my funk and started looking at blogs.
When I looked at beautiful Photography blogs I kept thinking...
Who do I think I am that I might do this some day.

And then I would look at an amazing Decor blog like Edies...
and then look at my attempt at adding colour and think... I'll never get it right.
I'm not even going to start with eating and exercise.

Definitely a f.u.n.k. and that should be with a capital "F."

But then I clicked on Meg Deurksen's blog and read ...blah.
And I thought... really?  She feels this way too? Hey I'm not alone, we have toilet issues too.
If this lady can blog about taking a nap at 8:30 am and it made me feel better,
then I can surely publish my "I Need A Mom" post.
Maybe someone like me is reading this too, and they need to know,  they aren't the only.

So here it is...
~A type~ Got it all together ladies,  may move on.

I NEED A MOM

So much for good intentions.
They flew out the window like a moth to the moon.

All I know is that I need a mom.
Oh don't worry I already have a mom, and she's a great one.
But she's already done her job.
She's retired.
Plus she has a new position in the Grandma department.
I think she likes it better.

I need a new mom.
One to live with me.
One to oversee my life.
I expect she would tell me to eat my veggies,
and that no, I could not have a second third, fourth, tenth cookie.

She would be the kind of mom, who made sure I did my chores too.
Now that I'm older I would like her to be strict, as long as she is fair.
She might even make me a meal or two as long as I washed the dishes, and swept up afterwards.

I think I would ask for meatballs.

I bet she would make sure I did my homework.
My camera manual would no longer be allowed to sit there collecting dust.
And she would (fingers crossed) clean the toilets for me.

Yup... I definitely need a mom.
Any takers?

xoxo

So there you have it. Quite can't believe I included pictures...
But this is a messy life... and I guess I'm living it.

My Million Dollar Idea:

Mom's For Hire:  Hourly rates.
They will provide their own wooden spoons.

This post will be linking up with the wonderful Jenny Matlock for

 Alphabe Thursday's ~ letter M~