Real Life

So, I realize that from reading this blog, one might get the impression that I'm a great homemaker. I mean, I'm always sharing crafts and recipes. Our home appears to be really clean and organized.

I do really care about homemaking. I've had a lot of time for it recently. I'm just working thirty hours a week at the moment. And we don't have kids yet.

But, I definitely don't have things figured out. You may remember that I burnt our comforter last month by sticking it in our too small dryer. We used to have a rug in our living room, but the edges would never lay flat, so I tried to iron them. Well...I burnt that too.

The events of yesterday afternoon further illustrate my ineptitude.

• I spent an hour scrubbing the bath tub because I air dried a new dress in there and it dripped black dye all over the tub.

• I spent another hour scrubbing spray adhesive out of the carpet because I was too lazy to use it outside.

• I dyed my black pants with black dye because I got a bleach spot on them. Because I've never listened to my mom's warnings about only using bleach while wearing old clothes. The black dye didn't adhere to the bleach spot, but I did manage to get it on my shoes and the kitchen rug. {Luckily, I was able to get it off the rug and my shoes were already in severely bad shape.}
  

• I stuck our bathroom rug in the washer and followed the directions on the tag exactly, but it still barely, and I mean barely, survived.
  

• I sprayed some stain remover on a little spot on a couch cushion. I didn't feel like dirtying a whole new cloth, so I grabbed a paper towel to scrub with. Well, the paper towel was patterned, which meant that the green dye from the pattern was transferred to our white couch. So, then that had to be bleached again, even though I just washed {and then ironed - not a fun task!} all the cushions a few weeks ago.
  

• We always, always, always get stains on our placemats. And since we usually only do laundry once a week {because we have to pay $1 per load for it} the stains don't always come off. Well, I bought new placemats and made a big deal about removing the stains after each meal. But, then I tried to iron them. And they're cut from indoor/outdoor fabric. And I burnt them, of course.

Adam came home to find his wife looking like this. And no dinner on the table.





So, I hope you learned from yesterday's events that I absolutely do not have it together. I learned that it's time to give up on placemats.