I bet you can't relate at all...

'Did you ever wish you could sometimes freeze frame a moment in your day, look at it and say "this is not my life"?'
-- Mrs. Doubtfire

Yeah, so here's a little story. This afternoon around 1:30, I decided to make my bed.

{Sidenote: I hope I didn't just ruin anyone's perception of my life by admitting that I don't make my bed every morning the minute I get up out of it. Actually, it's far more likely is that you knew that already.}

So I stripped the bed, and found the crumbly remnants of the dry cereal my kids were eating in my bed that morning. So I thought to myself, "Self, you need to vacuum those up before you make the bed because you'll kick yourself for it when you get in bed and it's all crumbly tonight."

Being all homemaker-y, I went to find the vacuum, where I had left it, still plugged in, in the guest room. But before I could get it out, I saw that I had left some books on the floor from when I was dusting earlier, so I decided those needed to be put away real quick. After I finished that, I noticed some toys and other odds and ends that needed to be put away, so I took them to their rightful places. One of which was some fabric that needed to go in my sewing room. I got to my sewing room, put the fabric away, and there were some clothes of the boys that needed to be taken downstairs to the laundry room. So of course, I did that, and found that the trash needed to be taken out. So I did that, and noticed some clean laundry that had to be taken upstairs to my room.

When I got to my room, I wanted to put the clothes away, but first I realized I needed to have a made bed to do it. (Don't ask me why, I always prefer putting my clothes away on a made bed. I know, I'm weird.)

So then the cycle completed because I saw the crumbs, remembered that I was supposed to be getting the vacuum, finally got it, and then came back to make the bed.

"This is not my life."