Falling By the Wayside

While I sit here looking into the living room and recalling yesterday's "Hoarders" marathon on TLC, it occurs to me that I have let a few things in my life go. Let's just say household cleanliness has been woefully neglected.

I still have jewelry (in various stages of completion) covering the coffee table and surrounding rug, balls of dog hair skittering across the wood floor like tumbleweeds in an old western (remind me NEVER to get a shedding dog again), and laundry here, there, and everywhere--yes, there's always laundry to be folded and put away.

But I'm an "artist." And a mother.



Doesn't that justify my disorganization and general messiness? Can someone tell my husband?