What really matters?
Lately I’ve been feeling like a really bad housewife. Normally I manage to keep things generally tidy but of late there have been more than the occasional day where the dishes remain undone, the washing both dirty and clean, adorns the floors, chairs and beds in each room. Mail, unopened is on about four different tables in the house and I can’t remember when I last swept.
Sounds bad? Mmm…it can be.
On my fridge I have a magnet that reads “A clean house is the sign of a wasted life”
I like that.
It’s not always, or even normally like this but there are days when Bliss just needs my attention and nothing gets done. Sound familiar?
After the HH’s recent weekend with our little darling he commented that he realised how hard it was to do anything when I look after her all day, and that he had much greater appreciation of what’s involved. It’s nice that he gets it and that he’s so supportive, but I would still be much happier if I could get a bit more done around the place.
I’m learning as a mum is that you can’t do it all. Not only that but you’ve got to figure out what really matters. At the end of the day when I look at my daughter I (generally) see a happy and smiling little baby. I look at the HH and he seems pretty happy with us, he has clothes to wear (they’re even mostly clean ones!) and food to eat cook with. That beats a tidy house any day!
So I’m thinking…
If you judge me on the state of my house, I will fail.
But judge me on the state of my family and I hope you’ll see what I do.
And after all, isn’t that what really matters?