It’s Sunday. I am sitting on the couch with the TV off (joe canceled our TV subscription, just in time for the cardinals to go to the playoffs. Well played Cardinals.) The only sound in the house besides the tapping of my keyboard is the humidifiers running in the bedrooms. It’s nap time.
There are piles upon piles of clean clothes on the living room floor, all sorted and waiting for the babies to stir to be put away. Empty laundry baskets accompany them along with toys littered everywhere.
This is my life.
Each day, I wake up and think today is the day that I get the house cleaned up. Today is the day that I go to bed with the laundry done and today is the day when I make a great nutritious meal for my family.
And each day, I fail in some way or another.
I really always fail because we always have clothes on, so the laundry is never done. And each time I finish cleaning, someone is standing by to make a mess again. And yesterday we ate pizza, but I did make a pan of rice krispie treats – not nutritious, but really delicious.
Each day, things happen that make life interesting. Like yesterday, we were heading out the door and Speedy pooped all down his leg. It was unexpected, and not in the plan. And I guess we could say, oh sorry, I had plans to be at grandma’s right now, your poopy pants are going to have to wait.
Each day, I fight to keep up with the house, the dog, the kids, the laundry. And some of it gets done. Not all of it at once. Each day I try to be/do everything, I find myself miserable at the end of the day when I lay my head back down.
I find the happiest days are the ones where I offer myself grace. I find time to sit on the floor by the hall mirror while little Boots looks at himself. And chase Steel while he runs from me yelling bye and blowing kisses. And ones where I don’t freak out because we are remodeling the bathroom and instead give baths in the kitchen sink. And take pictures along the way – (which was so cute! Little babies in the kitchen sink are always cute!)
So today I choose happy days. Gotta run – while they rest, I will do some tidying up. But I will not freak out when they get up and make a mess again. They are just kids, and we’ve got time to clean it up later.