A confession: Today I did dishes and laundry. I vacuumed. I had coffee with friends. I weeded and raked leaves. I hung a window on the chicken coop and built the girls a new perch. I went to my son's lacrosse game. I took an hour and a half break when my ear was acting up. I shuffled kids to and from school. I made $2.63 (money found in the wash).
Today was my day off. My weekend. My time to decompress. It's 10:00 pm and I'm settling in with a cup of tea. I feel guilty as there are things left to do. Before I go to bed I'll switch the laundry and dust the book shelf. Then I'll lay in bed trying to decide whether or not I should pop up, just for a moment, to give the toilet a quick scrub.
Only here's the thing. If you were to come to my house you'd look around, smile politely and think "does this woman *ever* clean?" You'd likely wonder what I do all day.
You see my efforts are just enough to keep this place from completely falling apart. Nothing more. Nothing less. I am one woman. One woman with three kids, a husband, two dogs, two cats, two cockatiels and seven chickens. The odds are *not* in my favor.
Tomorrow will be the same. There will be new laundry. New dishes. New weeds to pull. People will want to be fed and driven around. There will be shoes in the living room, dirty underwear in the bathroom and dishes upstairs. If I'm *really* lucky someone might even pee on the floor. Friday I'll return to work and all that was done will be undone.
I will work, come home and begin again. Should the kids be helping me? Absolutely! Is it like pulling teeth to make that happen? Oh yes. Yes indeed. Does Mr. Peculiar help? Sometimes. Though he feels his time off should be just that -- time off. And yet someone has to get stuff done.
My point? Judge not lest ye be judged.
I've been chatting with lots of moms. Many of us are in the same boat -- working and trying, as best we can, to maintain a household. We are not lazy. Rather quite the opposite. But we are all decidedly human and can not accomplish Herculean feats. So let's be kind and understanding and forgiving; both of ourselves and others.
It's easy enough to clean a corner, take a picture and throw it up on a blog. I'm as guilty as anyone for editing out the clutter. I just want you to know that behind most pretty pictures lies disarray. Embrace it for what it is - a beautiful mess. Love it, love yourself and carry on.