If I was being paid for this job, I’m pretty sure I would have been fired by now.

I am a SAHM (stay at home mom).  The job description is pretty extensive and the rewards are the opposite of monetary.  I do love being a SAHM and spending time with my son – in fact, I am hard pressed to think of anything I’d rather do with my days.

I have the mom-thing down pretty well by now.  I am confident that I am doing a good job in that department (aside from the fact that he is sitting in his highchair, eating crackers and watching TV while I write this).  Q is excelling in his fine & gross motor, language, and social skills.  He is friendly, active and extremely good-natured.

No, the M in SAHM would not get me fired… but, the H might do me in.

Home.  I hate doing housework.  I do not keep up with dishes, laundry, vacuuming, tidying, sweeping, wiping, dusting (what is that), putting things away, making phone calls to get things done around the house, running errands, grocery shopping, cooking… the list is endless and my motivation, minimal.

Don’t get me wrong… I love, love having a clean, organized house.  It clears my head and makes me feel more peaceful.  The problem is getting it in that state and then keeping it there.

Right now as I scan my living space, I see a pile of dishes, clothes on the living room floor, toys strewn everywhere, and visible crumbs on a carpet that I could have sworn I vacuumed only yesterday (in fact, the vacuum is still parked in view as evidence).

So, here I sit thinking about the piles of clean laundry in our bedroom that desperately need to be put away, the bathrooms that need my attention, the garbage that is less than fragrant, the kitchen table that still dons a Christmas tablecloth, and the computer room  that is currently doubling as a storage area.

Thinking about it just makes me wanna take a nap.  Ugh.