Pizza

I'm making pizza for dinner. And as much fun as I have getting flour everywhere and dirtying a ton of dishes, I've decided that it's hard to make pizza. Deep, huh? Anna was a big help. Throwing flour on the floor, counter, ceiling, ect... She also went upstairs and got her little rolling pin that my mom gave her for Christmas and rolled out her own dough. I have to admit, my heart melted when she said "Look, Mommy, I'm just like you!!" I really hope I'm a good example. Most of the time I think I'm too grouchy and I'm not as domestic as I should be, but I try to do my best. Russ is a terrific father and a great example to the kids. It's a good thing we have him around.

I wondering how most women do it. Seriously. How do you take care of children, keep a spotless house, uphold your church resposibilites, give service, work, ect,ect... Really. I struggle. My house is NEVER as clean as it should be. Usually the minute I start cleaning, someone spills somthing, or gets hurt, or needs a diaper change, or I have to nurse the baby. I make myself CRAZY trying to keep up, and I never do. My mother ALWAYS had a spotless house. Always. I'm lucky if I can do the dishes and sweep the floor. Maybe I should just quite sleeping. It's not like I do it that much anyway. I really am looking forward to the day when the craziness of having little children is gone. Don't get me wrong, I love having little children. They're such a joy. But when the phase of life comes around when I can keep up with my house, that will be nice. Really nice.