Chris and I are both turning over new leaves.
I've become the exact opposite of the organized housewife I once was and Chris now carries a purse.
Just kidding! Chris only carries a purse when in Chicago, where no one knows him, when it weighs 15 pounds and only because his wife is getting a serious shoulder cramp. After I snapped this photo, I took it back 'cause I couldn't bare to have him laughed at one more time by a passerby.
You're probably thinking that I'm joking about the lack of organization as well. I'm not. I've failed on all levels as a wife, homemaker and mother this past week.
No clean laundry.
Ridiculously dirty house (ask my sister in law... she stopped by).
We ate out every single night because I just didn't want to cook.
If I were issued a grade, it would be a big, fat F-.
Things are changing this week, though. I can't stand living this way. My new assistant was hired and this means no more early mornings and definitely no more late nights. Awwwww. Sounds heavenly. And I can promise you... Chris won't be carrying a purse anymore.