Yep, that's my house.
It's kind of a cardinal sin to show your house to the blogosphere unless there is a handmade, tailored slipcover on your couch with pillows made from burlap recycled from a 300 year old flour mill, and DIY artwork on your wall that you created using Photoshop and a bunch of old pallets that you found at an antique market and bought for three cents. And homemade scones on the coffee table, placed on an artfully chipped china plate that you brought back from your sponsored trip to New Orleans where you got to eat dinner with Harry Connick Jr. With well-mannered children wearing Janie and Jack rompers posing on the floor next to a well-groomed dog who would never think twice about stealing your six year old's bagel or ever-so-slightly nibbling your baby's arm through his pjs to see if he might be as tasty as he looks.
Yeah. Because that's the way our house normally looks. You know, with the industrial style coffee table I whittled with my bare hands in my spare time.
This is just a fluke. Except it's not lately.
I'm trying to give myself some grace. I know this newborn stage doesn't last forever, and one day I'll be able to do a load of laundry and wash the dishes all in one morning. I'm just frustrated at my inability to accomplish anything. It's been hard to "revert" back to a newborn scheduled after some years of "freedom" with the two girls. I'm trying to snuggle my new little guy and enjoy him as much as I can.
The laundry can wait. The blog can sit. There are all sorts of fun things to browse in my Project Gallery. I'll be back tomorrow with a fab guest post from Nellie Bellie.