Let’s go to the zoo!
From the spot in which I am sitting, typing this, I can see laundry on the floor (I’m not sure if it’s clean or dirty.. a smell test will reveal the answer I’m certain), several diaper boxes full of outgrown clothes, wrapping paper left over from wrapping Christmas and Hanukkah presents while small hands bang at the closed and locked door, a pair of headphones that my four year old broke within thirty minutes of receiving, rumpled bedclothes (does anyone even make their bed anymore?) and countless dust bunnies, reminding me that I haven’t vacuumed in an embarrassingly long time.
Oh, did I mention that I’m sitting on the floor in the master bathroom to write this since it’s the only room where I can get five minutes to myself?

Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Kate. I am a thirty-something (thirty one, actually) mom of two, wife to a pretty great guy, dog-and-cat-mom, personal trainer, fitness instructor, recovered anorexic, laundry expert, house cleaner, professional kid-nose-and-butt-wiper, and all-around default parent.
I am adept at using a calendar (I keep three), I can zip through Safeway at nearly the speed of light, I know by heart the layout of every Target in the area, and I can make a mean jelly toast. I am also very experienced at eating crusts.
I can’t quite keep my house clean. I keep it “clean enough” but I can’t say it’s clean. The laundry does not always get washed, dried, folded and put away all in the same day. The dishes do pile up in the sink. The vacuum probably has cobwebs growing on it in the closet (I have a Roomba also, so at least there’s that) and I do have a mop somewhere but I haven’t seen it in a while. We occasionally run out of milk. And by occasionally I mean a few times a month. I have Safeway Drive Up & Go in the “vital” folder on my phone.
My children are four and one. A girl and a boy. We have a grouchy seven year old French bulldog and a crazy five month old kitty. We live in the suburbs.
Let’s go to the zoo. You’re welcome to come along.