I WANT LIPO!

I realize that I just went through a surgical procedure and have done nothing but complain about the evils of it. But today I took a good long look at myself and have decided that I really need lipo. Like in the worst way. I am thirty-one and I used to be cute. Not anymore. I have had three children, my metabolism is in the toilet and I don't have the willpower or patience to lose weight and resculpt my body the old fashioned way. So I NEED lipo.

I also need to get my backside in gear when it comes to organizing my home, and therefore my life, in a larger sense. Some people can just do it, organize a space, make it look beautiful, truly make a house into a home. Why this skill eludes me is beyond comprehension, because I want to be a good housewife more than I want anything else. Except lipo. But I look around and am sadly incapable of pulling things together around here. It depresses me. It really does. I strive to be better and walk in to a house that isn't messy and cluttered because I was able to make it so. I just don't know that it will ever happen for me.

So I am logging off for now to get back to my housework and I hope to be more successful today in achieving order or Feng Shui or whatever it is called. While I dive head-first into the task of ridding this house of clutter and nonsense, I will hold out hope that some generous plastic surgeon will be browsing Mommy-blogs today, take pity on me, and contact me. It happened in Jon and Kate plus Eight! Why can't it happen for me?