Do you ever have those days where you just feel like you are failing from the moment your feet hit the floor? Yeah, I've had a few of those this year. But, I've also really tried to reflect on where those feelings are coming from. Why do I feel like that? Where are those thoughts originating?
That is when I began to realize that it was all in my head. As long as I truly wasn't letting society, or that mom with the perfect blog/life influence me, I am my own worst enemy. I am the only reason that I ever feel that way.
~sigh~
Seriously? That is the conclusion I have come to and I'm right. Who cares what other people think? Who cares if my floor is dirty, if I have laundry stacked a mile high needing to be put away, if dinners have been mediocre?
My kids don't care. My husband has never been anything but grateful for everything I do. Life goes on and we love each other and we are happy. So why do I allow myself to get bogged down with these thoughts?
I am human and a female.
That is why. It is definitely something I am working on and when I do have those moments of clarity where I realize that my kids are well-adjusted, happy, and know they are loved, when my husband has a full belly and clean sheets, and we have a safe home to sleep in every night, it's like a burden is lifted off of my shoulders. The air seems lighter and I am truly happy and content.
I have actually enjoyed some of the horrendous messes that my kids have made lately because someday soon, they won't be little to make those messes and I will miss these days like crazy. I want to honestly soak every moment up while I can.
I wish I would remember to take pictures of the epic child tornado disasters though. Oh man . . . like the time Nate was unattended for all of two minutes and he "Color piture mommy!" in permanent marker all over the bathtub in my bathroom . . .or when Bella decided to draw the solar system on our wall(brilliant, but we do no draw on walls, ever).
I do have a few pictures of some of their blunders though. So, by all means, enjoy. :)
Who doesn't love stickers?
She said she wanted it to snow in her room . . . well, it did.
She accidentally swallowed a quarter on xmas eve, and I was less than 5 feet away from her.
She decided to draw on herself.
When he is left unattended in his room . . .that is his German changing table.
You should thank me for refraining from posting poop pictures . . . oy vey.
Cheers to being content with imperfection and finding joy in the daily blunders!!!
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