My strings are attached

For any of you who know me, you know that I'm not the greatest "homemaker"

I struggle with wifely things. 

You know, having the house clean and dinner waiting when husband comes home.

BUT.....

I have found something that has honestly helped me out.

An apron.

That's right.

I throw that baby on and put on my high heels (no matter what I'm wearing) and I just feel different.

I end up cleaning more and doing more of that wife stuff. 

I suppose it's because I feel like a 50's housewife.

And I like it.

I feel proud.

I am a stay at home mom after all so why not feel good about it?

I wanted to take some pics of me in my kickin apron but felt silly asking husband to do it so I had my other main man help me out.

Roman was good enough to indulge me so here is my aprons grand debut (as good as it can be being photographed by a 4year old ;)

(you love the behind pic right?! I knew it)

You know that old expression about being cut off from your mothers apron strings?

Now I actually have some to cut my children off from when they are older ;)

I LOVE IT!