Confessions from suburbia

On the outside, I look like your average suburban woman. I have a loving husband, three amazing children & live in the "right" kind of neighborhood. Take the kids to activities. Soccer, swimming lessons, Brownies, etc. I stay at home with my children. Looking out, it seems to the average person that I have the perfect life. And I pretty much do. Except for my secret. Yes, I have a secret. One that not many are privy to. Ready? I am a...SLOB!!!!!!
Yup, I am a totally disgusting, unorganized, dirty, totally out of control slob. I hate cleaning, therefore, I simply don't do it. I can't stand dishes, loathe laundry, turn my nose up at dusting & detest cleaning toilets. Oh, also, floors annoy me, so I don't bother with those. I never throw anything away, so the clutter is everywhere. Stuff gets put down somewhere & stays there for days.

Now, I will be the first to admit, I have always been like this. Learned it from my mama. She is a slob. Never cleaned anything up. Grew up with crap all over the place. When my room would get to the point where you could not see the floor anymore (which was often), I was not allowed out of it until it was clean. I could never understand why I had to clean, but my mother never did. Very unfair in my young mind.

I don't enjoy being this way. I envy those that not only keep their homes clean, but enjoy cleaning them. Think they are a bit demented, but hey, whatever. I have a good friend who would take a day off of work to clean her house. Not because it was a disaster, but because she wanted to! She enjoyed it! She actually would get excited for it for goodness sakes! And then she would call me that night, when she was all done, basking in cleanliness glory. Never understood it.

I get into moods like that every once in a while. Go nuts for a couple of weeks, clean everything, get all caught up on laundry, make a "cleaning schedule" for myself that I would strictly follow for a little while. I was always in such a better mood when everything was clean! My husband was in such a good mood when he came home, knowing that he was coming home to a clean house. I knew where everything was. It was great! Then, my mojo would fizzle out, clutter would come, laundry would pile up & it was over. I was done!

Sometimes, I aimlessly walk around my house, looking at the mess in every room. The dust bunnies in pretty much every corner, papers & crap piled up, the crumbs on the floors, the dust everywhere. LAUNDRY, LAUNDRY, LAUNDRY! As I walk around, the overwhelming feeling of "where do I even start" takes over me. I get so frustrated with everything, I say forget it! Nevermind, not gonna deal with it at all. I will then proceed to close my eyes to the mess, just accept it as who I am and do something else. Play with the kids, go online or even plop my butt on the couch & watch something off the DVR. I am the BEST at procrastinating when it comes to cleaning. I can find something, ANYTHING else to do. Even right now, instead of resolving the situation, I am blogging about it! I mean HELLO! WTF?????

But, I am noticing something. My children are getting to be slobs too. They don't bother to pick up their stuff. I used to make my daughter keep her room clean & make her bed every morning. She got mad one day when I yelled at her for forgetting to make her bed & yelled to me "how come I have to but you never do!". while of course it can be said that a child must do as they are told, she did bring up a good point. If I am supposed to be setting the example but I am not, how can I expect her to do something that I NEVER do.

I guess it has come full circle.

Old Lang Syne

Well, 2009 is just 24 hrs & 4 minutes away. I can't believe 2008 is almost gone. Where has time gone? More importantly, is it just me or does anyone remember when we reached that big milestone, the MILLENIUM!!! How is it that was almost 9 years ago?

As I look back on this past year, what have I accomplished? Did I get what I wanted out of '08? Will I wonder if it was not enough? Sure, the biggest was having Ethan. Can never deny giving birth as an accomplishment. But what about all the in-betweens? Where could I have been more useful? More productive? Did I have enough patience? Why is it that whenever a milestone is upon us, we always look to "what could have been."?

I have already started my list of tried & true, ready to go new years resolutions. Ya know, the norm. Be more organized, lose weight, spend more time with the kids, get more romantic time with the hubby, achieve world peace, yada yada yada. EVERY YEAR I say the same thing & every year I stick to it for a few days, but then old habits fall back into place.

But no, I will stand tall, smile & say "This year! This year will be different! I will prove myself to myself this year!". Well...we will have to see what comes on January 2, 2009!

The Beginning

Well, I need somewhere to jot down what all the voices in my head are saying and a diary is so 80's, blogging seems to be the best way to go! So let's get started, shall we?



My name is Christina. I go by Chris also. I live in Baldwinsville, NY, which is just outside of Syracuse. My husband is Steve and we have been married for 13 years. We are quite happy, although he is so from Mars! I don't get alot of what he does and vice versa. I've been told we compliment each other. So that is good!






This is Morgan Elizabeth. Our first born. Morgan is 8. She is my quiet one. Morgan puts one cautious foot infront of the other. She takes her time with things and goes for it when she is ready. She proved this from the start, with my labor with her. 32.5 hours. She was just waiting for the right time to make her entrance.






This is Andrew Wesley. Andrew is 5. Andrew was named after my grandfather and Steve's grandfather. Their spirits must be in him.
Notice that big smile on his face? Get used to it, that smile is ALWAYS there. Never have I met such a happy, go lucky, ready for it all kid! Andrew can't wait to try everything and anything! He proved this with his birth. 4 hours and he was here, ready to start his life! We thought Andrew was our last, the baby of the family. We thought wrong. See below.




This is Ethan William. He was born April 16, 2008. He is the baby of the family. I can say with certainty that he is the LAST child! Ethan was our housewarming present. Two weeks before we moved into our newly built house, we discovered (with some shock) that I was pregnant! Ethan rides the wave. He is very even tempered and goes with the flow! He proved this with his entrance to the world. 8 hours. Not too fast, not too slow. Just right!







This is my world. Your in for a wild ride!