Well. I am at a 50% failure rate for being a good housewife. I couldn't drag myself out of bed this morning. But it was Michael's birthday today, and so he didn't want me to make him lunch, because he wanted to eat out. So it was a little bit better. Then my mom, the baby and I got ready, and were gone all day running errands and shopping. Good day, very unproductive.
Tomorrow is another day, and hopefully I can get back on track.