Lets start this off with a confession.
I am no Susie Homemaker, in fact I'm not even her sister. I'm her inbred 2nd cousin, twice removed.
Cleaning the house sucks, its like pulling my own teeth every. single. night.
Cooking scares the daylight out of me. I could KILL PEOPLE if it goes wrong. And these are people I actually like... so it matters.
The only quality I have that puts me on the same family tree as her (even if it's a small branch way off in the corner infested with termites) is my ability to take care of my kids. And some days that's even pushed to the limits.
My goal with this new house is to complain less when I clean, to clean more often (I'll have no teeth...), and to learn how to -gasp- DON'T SAY IT! cook.
Starting Monday February 20th, 2012 I vow to go a whole 30 days without fast food or take out.
WOAH IZZY! Back away from the ledge there!
Do I realize I will be in a new house with my crap not yet unpacked? Yep.
Do I realize I'll be 9 weeks pregnant? Yep.
Do I realize the lives of my husband and children are at stake? Yep.
I might fail, hell I might cry for a Big Mac (hold the pickle) and a large fry, but I will try my hardest.
After all I learn that the fire is hot by sticking my hand into it.