eternal life is better.

As I sit and stare at my living room I can't help but feel dissatisfied. Why, oh why, does my sofa look like it has been thrown in a river? I search out and purchase the cutest decorations, the most beautiful pillows and the yummiest of candle scents to make me feel all warm inside and my sofa is absolutely putrid. It was so gorgeous years ago. Now, I know it's not smart to buy a white sofa but I didn't have kids yet...and that means all of this:

1. I didn't know that I would have a small turd fall off my child's diaper and get smeared into the sofa.
2. I didn't know that we wouldn't have a dining room table until late 2005.
3. I didn't know that I would rather sit my self on the sofa with dinner on my most "beautiful pillow" than eat at my gorgeous Cafe Siam Pier 1 Dining Table.
4. I didn't know that I would be so lazy as to let my children eat goldfish, fruit snacks, hershey kisses, cheez-it's and chocoalte chip low fat granola bars right off the cushions. Really, I didn't!

So, back to feeling dissatisfied. That's absolutely ridiculous because: a. it is self inflicted and b. I should never feel dissatisfied. Britney Spears should, but I shouldn't.