That's the thing about fantasies...

Back when I was employed, and doing what I considered to be drudgery, I looked forward to the days when I could stay at home with my children....I would sit in a dreamy haze picturing myself gleefully polishing the coffee table, sweeping the floors, scrubbing the toilet. Because all of those tasks would be so much better than doing actual WORK, right? What, I asked my friends who were staying at home with babies, do you do all day? I mean...they had all those hours to get stuff done around the house. Gee, I thought, that must be really luxurious. I imagined the warm smell of baking cookies wafting through my clean house while I read a novel in a cozy and tidy living room while my child sat, contentedly playing, neatly at my feet.

Yea, right. Luckily for me, I have this little face smiling at me while I hack on the smoke billowing from the oven, trip over a plastic block, and slip in the puddle emanating from the dog's overturned water bowl.