I am the Sylvia Plath of motherhood.

I am supposed to be put together, humble, and always on the go. But I really just prefer to sit and zone out on something, whether it be this lap top or even the TV. I love a clean house and homemade food. Yet the desire to achieve that on an everyday basis is really low. I'm okay about three times a week of doing that, after that I'm done. And I really mean I am DONE. If anything at least I'm consistent on being worthless.