A Year Gone By and I'm on the East Coast

Opposite Coast. Bama Girl in Virginia. Doesn't have the same ring, does it?

Yes, I fought kicking and screaming to stay in California.
No, it's not horrible here on the East Coast, but it rains. A lot.
Today it rained all day long. My backyard looks like a muddy lake with some sprigs of grass poking through.
I don't know anyone yet. My husband goes to work all day, and I am left at home with the wildest terrible 2 year old (well, she's actually not even 2 yet, but don't tell her that) in the world. Wild=whining, crying, screaming, throwing things, hitting me, destroying the house, etc.
So, I'm looking into preschool...already.
Don't get me wrong. I love my daughter. I do. She's so funny and so cute. She's smart as a whip and really athletic (where did that come from?)
I'm just not the best mom in the world.
I don't like arts and crafts (too messy!) I don't like to cook healthy meals. I don't like to get down on the floor and play with toys.
I know you are judging me. I know you are rolling your eyes. (I say "you" like there is anyone reading this at all!) It's not something I'm proud of.
Are there some people who are just better mothers naturally? Am I just lazy? Is it wrong to want to be able to take a shower and stay clean for at least a few hours afterwards? Is it so strange to want to speak to an adult?
I think moving 3,000 miles away from all my support has brought on a lot of doubt and uncertainty. I know one thing. I need my friends, and I need my life back!