But I am not. Thank you reality!
However, as I stand in my kitchen, dishes only half done, laundry in piles in the livingroom, dry breadcrumbs crunching under my swollen pregnant feet and baby screaming along to some Christmas music in the background while I try to get dinner ready for when my husband comes home I realize how perfect my life is, and I am eternally grateful for my home and my family.
p.s. my livingroom smells like poopy diapers... so if you are a mom who is giving herself grief about the state of her life and home.... just remember someone out there has poopy diapers stinking up their living room. You will be just fine!