As I gaze around my family room, I wish I was a domestic diva. I am no where near a domestic diva, in fact I think I am more of a domestic novice even though I’ve been married for nine years and have had kids for more than four and a half years.
I yearn to be an organized mom who has a place for everything–no papers stacked in corners and on counters, no toys strewn about, and no mail from last week still close to the front door. I wish I was one of those moms who have the urge to vacuum when a crumb hits the floor. I wish I didn’t hate folding the laundry.