Housekeeping

I'm a lousy housekeeper. My bff Lori is now cleaning houses since she is a stay at home mommy, and I want very much to just hire her. Hubby thinks I should just keep the house clean. To me that is like saying, Just learn Greek already. The mess makes me nervous and upset. I tried to clean this morning (it's election day, no work!), and it overwhelmed me, so I sat down and took an aspirin. I managed to wipe off the stove. The dirty dishes are in the sink. The clean laundry is in the dryer. What is wrong with me? What is so hard about vacuuming? It's not that difficult. I think I'll buy myself a cute apron from Anthropologie like this: http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=883297&navAction=jump&search=true
Perhaps that will give me incentive to clean.

I have a gyno appointment today, and they are going to ask me what was the first day of your last period and I fo' shiz have no idea. I'm wondering if I should make up an answer or just tell them I don't know. Then they will prompt me to think hard, and I just won't know. I have thought about this for three days now, and I just don't know. I feel like a failure of a patient.

Last night for dinner, I made a Weight Watchers concoction of broccoli, Italian sausage, and penne pasta. It was edible, but I was starved by nine o'clock. Hubby went out while I was in RCIA class and bought Ovaltine. When I got home, we watched the Military Channel, and I admired the flame throwers. I know what I want for Christmas this year.

At RCIA class, Fr. John performed a Rite of Welcome into the church for three of us. I wanted to act all cool and think, Oh yeah. I'm on the Jesus team now. But really it was quite emotional and my eyes teared up a few time. None spilled over the brim, though. Patty put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed occasionally during the ceremony. I felt such love--love from the community and love from my heavenly father and I knew then, if I had any doubts, I am right where I should be.