It's been a hard day. One of those days in which I find it difficult-nay! impossible-to find a positive way to look at things. I felt truly miserable to my core the bulk of the time.
There are a lot of areas of life that make me wonder how everyone but me 'gets it.' Faith, for example, seems to come much more easily for most people than it does for me. And, as I'm scrubbing the kitchen floor at oh-three-hundred, another glaring example is throbbing in my brain: housekeeping. But more broadly, BALANCE. Everyone I know manages to spend time with their child(ren) whilst maintaining immaculate houses AND not roaming zombie-like at three in the morning with a rag and spray bottle. There are plenty of other people with no family around to help out who STILL manage balance.
Until I figure it out, you'll have to excuse me. The laundry is calling.
2 comments:
Hey bebe.
I'm right there with you. Well, not cleaning the floors at 3am, but with the problem of finding balance. A lot of the time I have to really tell myself that the dishes can wait, my kids will only be little once. My house is far from immaculate, and I don't understand how a house can be immaculate with little kids in it. When it actually IS clean, it only stays that way a few hours, really.
Argh.
I think the straw that broke the camel's back (my brain) was visiting a coworker's home on Sunday. I was taking food over because she'd just had a baby, and her place was GORGEOUS. Not only immaculate, but it smelled WONDERFUL. You'd never guess she had dogs (four!) and kids (four!), much less that one of said kids was 3 days old. I started thinking about all the moms I'd visited in the last few years, and all the sparkling homes I'd seen. Boo.
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