For those who know me well, you will know that I don't handle mess very well. I can do dirt okay. But mess? Sends me over the top. I literally have a very hard time functioning in it. Stems back to somewhere in my lineage. (seriously!) That, coupled with a neat-freak mom, leads to a tad whacko ME!!
If I think back to my (really good!) childhood I can remember a very clean house. I remember Saturday mornings being allotted for cleaning and baking. I remember the living room being the "good" room that no one played in.
I also remember being the only kid to bring in super cool chocolates on a stick that my mom made!
I remember trading my homemade butter tarts for oreos. because everyone wanted my moms butter tarts.
I remember homemade 'professionally' decorated birthday cakes.
I remember swimming parties for my whole class with lots of homemade food.
And this is what I want my kids to remember. (among many things!!)
Yes, their mom was a tad neurotic.
And that: even
though her kitchen being like this hurt her head.
That having her kids bring in these for the funfair:
(cupcake hamburgers & blueberry muffins)
it was all worth it!!
