How I Do What I Do.

I'm sure you all remember the 1980's anti-drug TV commercial where someone fries up an egg in a pan and says, "This is drugs...this is your brain on drugs.  Questions?"

Well, I just discovered my version of that commercial last night, as my husband and I stayed up till 1am scrubbing the area of my house that has been most neglected since I started blogging in earnest just one year ago:

My kitchen floor.

Seriously, this is embarrassing.  For me this is the equivalent of posing for a picture sans make-up.  I would never, ever do it.  But, because I know how nutty Christmas can be, and how easy it is to look at what others are doing/blogging about and to compare our inadequacies to other people's strengths, I wanted to humble myself enough to share this with you.  Because I love you that much!

(See I don't have super powers...I just have a super husband who helps me do what I what/need to do around here...and he turns a blind eye when I decide that crafting, baking, or reading with my kids is more important to me than cleaning the floors!) 

So next time, you think about comparing yourself to others...or to me...just whip this picture out and realize there's always a trade-off.

By the way, my kids woke up this morning to see our gleaming white floors and their reaction was better than on Christmas morning!  Scarlett said, "Who painted our floors white, Mommy???"  And Guy asked, "Did you paint the walls too?"  It's like ten times brighter in our house now!  FYI, it took 3 cans of comet, a long-handled scrub brush, my husband's brute strength, three wet rags, and me on my hands and knees to get the floor this clean.

So there!  Now you know how I do it all...I don't!