As crazy and long as the days may seem. When each hour is packed to the brim with temper tantrums, messes to be cleaned, fights to break up and endless meals to be made. The agenda for the day revolves around the things you must do – laundry, dishes, cleaning, errands. Zero room for disciplining, melt downs and picky eaters.
Each and everyday I do my best to start with a clear mind. Of course I have the things on our schedule that are for certain – school, doctor appointments, baseball games. In those few minutes in between is when I am bound and determined to get my personal to do list done.
I am a fool for clean spaces. I love freshly scrubbed floors, wipe down countertops and organized cabinets. I definitely do not feel guilty for taking my time to clean. I do not think that a messy home means that you’re too busy making memories with your kids. If that’s your grove cool.
I love a clean home, and that’s with good reason. It makes me feel good. It is my little slice of heaven. Simple as that. I hope my boys will learn to love to treat their spaces with respect. Know how to roll up their sleeves and take care of their surroundings too.
As a stay at home mom I have 24/7 that revolves around my rugrats. Literally. Most will assume my days are spent playing and eating bon bons on the couch. And while I may squeeze that in (ha.) I used to feel an immense about of pressure to do it all, be it all, and still have enough energy and positive attitude to tackle whatever else may come my way.
Fast forward to 4 years of being a stay at home mom –
And I learned over time that I cannot be it all. Do it all. Help all. It simply cannot be done.
I would smell from not showering. We would be wearing our underwear inside out. My kids would be irritable from not having enough one on one time with me. And the hubs would be horny from not enough tlc (Ha.)
When my mom told me years ago it was all about balance, I shrugged it off. Years later that balancing act could not be more true. It keeps me on my toes, helps me separate my time from what needs to be done – rather than what I want to be done.
When nothing goes our way we have learned to take a major step back. Get silly. Laugh instead of crying and shake it off a bit, Taylor Swift style.
Thankfully, in result of blogging I have grown to understand just how fast time really goes. So even on the days that feel the longest I always try to remember that I will never get that day back. Our boys are growing bigger each and every day. With each sunrise brings new challenges and with each sunset brings the sweet reminder to cherish each moment.
Today I am chosing to cherish the time. Even between the messes and temper tantrums and meals gone wasted from being dropped onto the floor.
For today is my sweet reminder that we are not promised tomorrow.