Desperate Housewives?

It occured to me this past week, as I was changing my baby's diaper on my office floor (ick) and wondering if Eric would notice if the rental phone was tucked away in a drawer somewhere (kidding) (or am I?)...that I can't wait to be a stay-at-home-mom beginning Monday.

I seriously am going to hole up in my house and not leave. For an entire week. I will make exceptions to go to the Trifecta of Necessity: 1) Publix 2) Target and 3) the tanning bed, but other than that? Homegirl will be at home.

I am going to finish cleaning out/color-coding my closet, decorating my guest room and label my pantry.

No, you're not high. I really did say "label my pantry."

It will probably take a week to do those things because my boss is pretty demanding. You might know him:



He's pretty cute as bosses go, yes?

So to all you working moms out there, I salute you. I did it for 15 days and wanted to knife someone.

To all of you SAHM's...enjoy the following story I found on my friend Rachel S.'s site. Then go prop your feet up, eat some chocolate and read a non-parenting-or-child-oriented magazine.

"A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas,playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the frontyard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.

Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall.

In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys, sand and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened.

He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.

He looked at her, bewildered, and asked, "What happened here today?"

She again smiled and answered, "You know everyday when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?"

"Yes," was his incredulous reply.

She answered, 'Well, today? I didn't do it.' "