Messy house on display!

Are you ready for this?! Imagine getting a candid, un-edited look into the home of an everyday mom. Yes, I appear to have it all together. But, I want to show you what's really going on behind the scenes. Why on earth would I do this? More on that tomorrow.

The "Mom Exhibit" will be open December 1-31, 2011. Feature one of my buttons on your site and I'll do the same for you. Email your button info to cinderelladuty@gmail.com.

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Siri. Seriously.

Moms frequently joke about their pregnancy-induced Alzheimer's. But, for those who know me well, they'll admit I'm in a whole separate category of space-brain.

Definitely naughty

What if your long-awaited boots came in the mail TODAY?! And what if they were a gift from your man that you picked out and ordered but he clearly stated you could not have until Christmas? And what if the words on the box went even further to rub the excitement in your face? What would you do? What would you reeeeally do?!

Well, here's what I did...

Cry for Frye

You know Jillian Harris from that epic season of The Bachelor? When she met up with Jason at her home in Canada, she was wearing the most A-MA-ZING boots. Since then, I've been obsessed with Frye boots, which she has openly admitted to loving and wearing on her website here.

Borrowed this photo from the amazing Wedding Bliss Photography

So, why don't I just buy some?

This is where I went

Last week, I went on a very nostalgic adventure. I want to share it with you!

Mom Exhibit now open

Here's some perspective for ya.

A few days ago, we spent the afternoon at Salt Lake City's Discovery Gateway Museum. Besides the awesome exhibits, I noticed something: employees everywhere. They were young, probably college students, and they were running around frantically returning toys to their homes.

I was so amused by this, first because it seemed like a wasted effort. I mean, within moments, the coop of plush chickens was demolished again by a posse of three-year-olds. And then I realized something.

"Guilt is a useless emotion"

"Guilt is a useless emotion," says my therapist.

Cricket. Cricket. "Whaaaaat did you just say?"
"Guilt. It's a useless emotion." And then she explains: