That is a sort-of confession for me…the title.

I seem to have trouble admitting it, embracing it and living it.

Way back this is what I wanted — to be at home all day with my little boy.

Now I am and I don’t seem to be coming to grips with it very well.

I’m totally slacking off.

I’m dreading housework.

In fact, there are days I don’t even do any housework.

It’s sad really. I can’t seem to admit that I have to be an adult and that THIS is my job. No,  not THIS, as in my blog, THIS as in my house and my son and the need to clean my house and entertain the kid and engage him and … you know…all that crap. (The crap part is a joke and yes I feel the need to clarify. Who knows who might pop in on my blog and attack me.)

So I’m practicing some new positive thinking for each morning, including waking up and saying to myself “This is your job. This is your job.” I’m trying to tell myself if I was at any other job I couldn’t sleep in until 11 a.m. and then start work so I can’t do it here either.

Yes, I’m still hoping to keep up the photography and financially I’m going to have to get that going or a part time job, but while I’m waiting for all that to work out, I have to step up and be the best stay-at-home-mom and housewife I can be.

Pray for my husband. Seriously.

Poor man.

I’m sure I’m going to fail at this more than once, but I’m going to try to get better. At least try…and he may  have to drag me by my hair into the laundry room a time or two to remind me (though I doubt he really will).

And trust me, if he does, I will so write about it here so you can experience it all with me.