OK....you can laugh. I am rebelling from the Molly Mormon thing for a bit. I realize that maybe I am stressed and tired of pulling all the weight with daddy being gone....but I will openly admit that i am not perfect and cannot do everything that a perfect Molly can do. I cannot sew as well as people think...I cannot cook that great either. My secret to the past success is pure luck. I never let anyone see my mistakes and throw away any burnt offerings that have come out of my kitchen before the smell wafts through the air and into the nostrils of potential diners. My sewing has been strictly costumes and a glue gun has come in handy doing quick repairs on those items of clothing. I can not keep my house as clean as other Mollys and I do not like following patterns from other people. I think patterns and recipes are all good....but I do not have the patience to do something someone else's way just because it is printed out....that is why I cannot be a Molly by any means. i hope this does not affect the confidence anyone has had in me. I would be perfectly happy hiring a cook, a seamstress and a maid to clean my house. I think they could do much better than I. But for now, this non-Molly is going to have to be happy shopping at clothing stores for her outfits, hiring her kids to clean house for a very minimal amount...aka allowance.....and ordering pizza at least once a month, eating hot dogs, mac and cheese, fruits and veggies and occasionally entering the kitchen to cook those few things she has mastered...chili, homemade bread, chocolate chip cookies, cinnamon rolls(the best), enchilada casserole, and homemade pancakes. OK, so I am not totally lost on the domestic side, and maybe I am fooling only myself...but I do not lay down to the stipulations others have set for Mormon girls. I cannot make a quilt out of old shirts and jeans, I cannot create a work of art using craft paint and glue guns....I cannot save clothes in storage for more than a season to hand down to my younger kids....I cannot create a 4 course meal out of food storage and pudding mix. I also cannot.....don't be shocked now...I cannot clean my house while talking on the phone, sewing a Sunday dress, while feeding the baby and making green jello. I can't. So, if I have disappointed anyone in my immediate family, I am truly sorry. I love you the way you are:-)....
So next time you come and visit...you can still expect my house to be clean and to receive a good meal if you stay long enough...But you may just end up with pizza.....on paper plates.
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