A couple of weeks ago I thought to myself, “Self, when was the last time you went to the gym?” My brain strained to find the answer, then gave up after exhausting itself. *sigh* The fact that I can’t remember speaks volumes about my commitment to the gym.
And it’s not the numbers on the scale that concern me so much about my lack of attendance at the gym. It's these numbers:
This morning I woke up to my husband saying, “Wow! Riots in London.”
“London, England?” I said.
If my home is my palace, then my car is my dump. While my home—for the most part—is kept clean and tidy, my car is, well, my car is the opposite.
First, in keeping my home neat, I simply don’t have time to tackle my car.
Second, because I don’t have time, my car smells. There, I said it. IT STINKS.
Meet the reasons my car is smelly:
Reason #1
Reason #2
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Candace Derickx is a wife, mother, stepmother, volunteer, entrepreneur and recovering housewife. After years of judging mothers who worked outside the home and wondering how on earth they could send their kids to school with lunchables (gasp!), Candace’s June Cleaver ways recently got an ass kicking when this stay at home mother started her own business, Best Tools for Schools, and went back to work.
Now she’s trying to raise two little girls in a Bratz world, be a good stepmother to a teenage boy and keep her marriage strong while juggling work, home and life. Candace now believes popcorn is not a snack, it’s an entrée, clean clothes are a privilege, not a necessity and Martha Stewart will be dropping by at any moment to slap a condemned sign on her house
Join Candace each week as she blogs about the mayhem of returning to work and sometimes dropping the balls.
Follow Candace on Twitter: @SeeMummyJuggle
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