What?! Me Messy? You must be confusing me with someone else.


Here is the link to the actual show which aired March 21, 2013.  Click this 🙂

What? Me messy.  OK, maybe a little, but don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.  I actually am a fascinating combination of OCD and sloth.  I know, I know, sounds impossible, but trust me.  This week I am being interviewed by the awesome ladies of Messy Moms Radio.  My biggest fear when I volunteered, I know, what was I thinking? I volunteered for something I was afraid of?? Well you know what they say about regrets. So, yes, my biggest fear was the truth.  The truth is a loathe messes, I loathe them, yet I create them.  When I stress out, I need to get everything off of the kitchen counter.  Ahhhh….. The only problem? It’s gotta go somewhere.  Well, that’s the thing, I have this grand idea of organizing; neatly folded closets and drawers, the perfect pinterest inspired desk.  The reality? That’s where all the stuff has to go when I stress out!  Come on people! What do you think this is? A mansion?? I don’t have closets and gorgeous armoires to put my perfectly organized baskets in. Don’t get me wrong, I bought the baskets.  Apparently I don’t know how to use them. They’re not even all facing the same direction! And don’t get me started on how many times my son has bathed in his pee on purpose. I guess I shouldn’t worry, I’ll probably have plenty to talk about.  But right now, I’m kinda stressing about the interview in 2 DAYS so I need to go clean.



Please be sure to come on by and listen to my interview at Messy Mom’s Radio Show and if you know a Messy Mom, yeah duh, who isn’t a Messy Mom. If it’s you I don’t want to hear it. Nominate a Messy Mom for the radio show here.


2 thoughts on “What?! Me Messy? You must be confusing me with someone else.

  1. Well, your interview will have to wait because I’m surfing in flight — but looking at your bins, I don’t know. At least your stuff is in bins. It made me crazy today trying to leave the house, straightening up our mess for the babysitter.

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