I was cleaning with my babies today (they are learning how to dust, wipe down the bathroom sink, etc.). As I was dusting, I thought *very* briefly of re-doing their work once they went down for quiet time today. Then I thought, no way! I'm a busy momma. I've got lots to do. So what if the dusting isn't perfect? Really, who cares?
There is a friend of mine, an amazing momma, who's house is cluttered. Let's face the facts, it's messy. Not dirty, per se, but messy. Yet she is an amazing wife & mother, homeschooler, terrific friend, etc.etc.etc....
I don't give one whit about her house. I don't necessarily want my home to be that messy (both dh and I get overwhelmed with clutter after a time), but while I'm visiting, I'm more interested in conversation and laughter with her. I'm thinking about how amazing her children are as they play with and watch over my little ones.
So could it be? Is age and time calming me down?? Now, don't get all crazy on me - of course, I still like a neat house. I still want our home warm, comfortable and welcoming. I like the floors vacuumed, and especially the bathrooms wiped down. I want to teach my children how to clean their home and teach my daughters how to run a home someday of their own.
But maybe I can do all of that with a little less neuroticism. I could relax just a bit. I could actually smile at the end of my day, instead of thinking about everything that I *didn't* get done.
Because let's face it, when you are a wife and momma, nothing is ever really *done*. Not really.
God bless you my friends~