Another optional title might be:
Woman Gets Seriously DELUGED with Attention From Her Honey (who delivered flowers and chocolate EVERY SINGLE NIGHT the Play ran, and that is no joke, and yes, those really are three dozen roses)! Whataman. 
Or, then again, perhaps this title might be better:
What Happens to the Downstairs of a Home When Mom is at Play Practice Every Single Night for Two Months Straight.
You don’t have to click the picture, because all it will do is enlarge the mess, unless you want to feel good about yourself, in which case, go ahead and click it. You can leave house-keeping tips in the comments section, but I doubt it will do much good. I’m an ex-perfectionist accepting her limitations. Boy, do I have limitations. And, besides, the downstairs doesn’t count (as long as the kitchen is clean).
Posted by Kievas Fargo on March 5, 2008 at 6:47 pm
Looks perfectly normal to me…our house is that way every day
Posted by reneegrace on March 5, 2008 at 8:08 pm
congrats…
on the play, the great husband and the messy house
Posted by Leah on March 5, 2008 at 9:09 pm
Those roses really were gorgeous, Molly. And your hubby was so sweet to be there every night, cheering you on and meeting you backstage with love and encouragement. What a guy!
I don’t know about you, but I am SO happy to be finished with the play. It is taking me all week to recover! (Or, I’m just having horrid morning sickness and am enjoying blaming it on the play…) Either way, I’m exhausted! But I’m happy to have discovered that smelling a grapefruit takes away my nausea instantly! Tony won’t kiss me because my face smells of citrus… but that’s another problem altogether. He’ll get over it.
Hope to see you soon!
OH, and I’m supposed to call you about painting… still up for it? We’re ready if you are.
Love ya,
~Leah
Posted by reneegrace on March 6, 2008 at 12:21 am
LEAH!!
I didn’t know!!… nevermind. I’ll go to your blog and congrats you.
Posted by molleth on March 6, 2008 at 1:41 am
Yes, Renee, she IS pregnant.
And a babe, too. Grapefruit is good for you, too, Leah, so have at it. (Doesn’t it dissolve kidney stones, to boot???)…
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Kievas,
Thanks, brother. That makes me feel better. I shall proceed to continue typing whilst ignoring the rest of the downstairs around me. Not that I wasn’t going to do that anyway…but now you’ve helped me feel that much better about it. *grins big*
Posted by chewymom on March 7, 2008 at 6:47 am
Ahhhhh. I think I would feel right at home downstairs in your house. It looks very…familiar. (Martha Stewart, I am not!)
Posted by TulipGirl on March 7, 2008 at 10:39 pm
Awww. . . flowers and chocolates!
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(And. . . yup. . . I’m there, too–if the kitchen is sanitary, we’re okay. I had a post-fever urge a few weeks ago to dust three of the bookshelves. Those dustbunnies had TEETH of Monty Python proportions. Still. . . Hubby is wrapping up his thesis, so I see light at the end of this messy tunnel. He can accomplish in 30 minutes what it takes me 3 hours to do!)
Posted by paisley3 a.k.a. My 2 cents on March 9, 2008 at 3:50 pm
Actually blowing up the photo is worth seeing the great expression on your face! Enjoy the collapse of adrenaline you feel now that it’s all over! BRAVO…great photo.
Paisley at My Two Cents
Posted by My Derbe on March 11, 2008 at 5:55 am
I think you look lovely, Molly. Glad you enjoyed being in the play.
Love your hair!
(Love the thought that you are getting over having to have a perfectly clean house, too. Welcome….)
Posted by My Derbe on March 11, 2008 at 5:57 am
Okay, now that is totally weird. I am not My Derbe. I am Holly!!!! Why on earth did My Derbe show up as my name?
STRANGE!
Posted by Holly on March 11, 2008 at 5:57 am
Am I channeling Jenn? This is getting funny!
Posted by molleth on March 11, 2008 at 6:25 pm
Holly,
That was pretty funny! Maybe Jenn snuck over to your house and logged in on your computer. I always knew she was of the stalker variety…
Thanks, all, btw for the funny comments and nice words.