Oh, the toys. Then Grace and Neva are doing puzzles. Then they’re done with the puzzles. And then there’s the box of cereal dumped on the floor and the toothpaste all over the mirror (not even the one in the bathroom) and the torn up magazines littering my family room floor. And let’s not start on the kitchen. I have a clean dishwasher waiting to be unloaded. A sink and counter full of breakfast dishes. Bowls and cooling racks from cookies I baked this morning. Crumbs on the floor (and all over the bottom of my feet). Cleaning up doesn’t make me happy. Cleaning up constantly makes me feel insane.
I know I would be happier, we’d all be happier, if I could just slow down a bit. And see the mess differently. As part of the beauty of being in a house with little kids. As joy and fun and exploration. And let the mess be. Let the mess be.
But I am hard on myself about the mess. And about the fact that I can’t get Grace and Neva to clean up after themselves. Then I’m hard on myself about the lack of patience I exhibit with the girls. And this sends me down a slippery slope. One where I’m hard on myself because I failed to work out or eat a proper lunch or have the kids go screen free for a day. Sometimes I think the pressure I put on myself to be a perfect mom perpetuates this cycle of negativity.
>>>organic and home cooked meals, unprocessed snacks, a clean and clutter free home, screen free days, perfectly styled bookshelves, getting my pre-child body back, don’t eat ice cream!, grow your own tomatoes, organize your life, yada, yada, yada>>>
If perfection is the goal, the journey toward it sure isn’t all that much fun or interesting. It’s actually quite a bit maddening. Am I right?
A great post on how being authentic is to be imperfect. Motivation for us all.
Hope you have a wonderful, stress free weekend of just letting things be. xoxo.
P.S. This started out as a story about Grace shoving a pearl up her nose. It changed. But if you have any advice on what to do with a lost pearl in a nose, I’d be happy to hear it ;)