Let it go

Well, here I am. A few (silly) people have suggested I start a blog. I really don't know why they would suggest I do a blog. Maybe they're just sick to death of reading all of my stupid statuses on facebook and would rather me write else where. I don't know. But seeming I have so much time in my day to air out my thoughts onto the screen *cough* it may be a good thing for me to let it out through the keyboard instead of keeping all of it in my (vacant, little) mind.

For those who have no idea who I am, my name is Katrina. I wish my name was James. James Bond. Because that would sound way cooler. But I'm not a man, and I'm not a spy (was James Bond a spy?) See after having three kids I can't even recall what James bond was about. My brain has literally turned to mush. You know a bit like mashed potato. I have two boys and a little girl. They are my world. They take up approximately 99.5% of my day, I get about 10.444882 seconds in the shower to myself. The rest of the time they sit in front of me while I do my business on the toilet, follow me around the house while I am cleaning. Because yeah thats pretty much all I do is clean. Which leads me on to the topic of vacuuming. I been having a love affair with my dyson vacuum cleaner for the last 5 or so years. When a child starts having a melt down because they don't have their pillow in a perfect position while watching a Garfield episode they've watched dozens of times before or something else just as petty, I just turn in to the most domesticated, vacuuming, goddess of all time. It drowns out all of those whining cries. I could vacuum for hours. It doesn't get old. Because when you have children like mine where they can go from angel to an absolute devil in the blink of an eye its good to find your happy place. My happy place is zooming around the house with my trusty old vacuum cleaner (occasionally with wine in hand). If you ever come to my house and my floor is dirty? Its been a good day.