I’ve had a total realization moment this week . . . I don’t have to do it all perfectly. For those of you who are not perfectionists, that will be obvious. For those of us who are perfectionists, that’s quite the realization.

My house is a wreck most of the time. It’s not due to laziness. It’s due to a hyperactive dog, a rowdy two year old, and two very busy adults.

I don’t always cook great dinners. Again, not for lack of effort. It’s just hard to watch a baby and a toddler and cook at the same time. The weekly grocery store trip seems to come around way too fast, and I rarely ever get a chance to sit down and plan a menu.

The laundry is piled high, and I can’t remember the last time the bathroom was cleaned. (That would be why I don’t invite people over.) I clean the toilet on a weekly basis, but the floor . . . not so much. When you clean other people’s bathrooms on a weekly basis, you kind of lose track of your own bathroom. And the laundry happens when someone is out of something. Mainly because I don’t have a real weekend to ever do the laundry.

I co-run a volunteer ministry and forget to send out emails that should have gone out two weeks ago . . . oops. Thankfully, hopefully, no one notices.

My husband is neglected. But he’s also exhausted. Hoping/praying this is just a season in life as he works four jobs and goes to Bible school. Maybe I’m the one who’s neglected?! πŸ™‚

I have two nights a week where I’m home alone and have to bathe the kiddos and get them in bed . . . again, another reason why the laundry is not done.

I still have baby weight to lose. Hey, I’m 33 years old and don’t really care anymore. I would like to fit in ALL my clothes though.

On average, I’m having a bad hair day. And I really only realize this on Sunday mornings when we’re running about 10 minutes late, and I notice that my clothes don’t fit and my hair is bad. Oh, and I do my make up in the car . . . while Mark is driving.

I forget to eat breakfast on most days as I’m running out of the house with everyone else’s stuff. This I do wish could change.

Actually, I wish that we could have people over, I wish that Mark and I got to go on weekly date nights, I wish that my clothing was in style, my hair was cute, and I was the perfect, crafty, great cook, clean house kind of mom. But I’m not. I’m the way too busy, run around like a chicken with my head cut off, working, volunteering mom. My life is not one to imitate, and a lot of changes need to be made. BUT God’s got grace for me. He’s teaching me to relax, chill out, and just do my best. I do need to find better balance, I do need to take care of myself, and I do need to get my priorities more in order. But until then, I don’t need to stress about it. And a baby is crying . . . so my 5 minutes of quiet, thinking time are over. πŸ™‚

**Editing this as I just read it over – Mark works 3 jobs, plus works on his writing/illustrating. So he doesn’t have 4 jobs. I always think 4 jobs, but it’s 3.

***And one other thing that I’m learning is that society paints this picture of moms needing to have and do it all. I don’t need to have and do it all. My goal has been to get out of debt and then have time for my family and time to fulfill God’s calling for us. Yet I’m starting to see that there are things that matter to God and are priority for Him that I have not placed as priority. He does have more for me to do. But in order for that to happen, there are things that need to go to the bottom of the list. I don’t need to work 24/7 to make those things happen. But I do need to listen to him 24/7. I do need to get clarity on what to say yes to and what to say no to. I do need to pay attention to when Ryder needs me, when Mark needs me, when Ezzy needs me. But I don’t need to stress when the bathroom is crying out my name and has been. If I’m lying around absorbed in a good book for 5 days straight, then there’s a problem. But if the bathroom is suffering due to other priorities, then it’s okay . . . for a season. A quick wipe down works until a deep clean can happen. Hope someone is making sense of this as I’m not advocating laziness or uncleanliness. Just a revamp in outlook. πŸ™‚

3 thoughts on “finally getting a clue

  1. Micah,
    I hope this makes you feel better–we tell peeps if they have to clean before we come over than we aren't 'real' friends. Because everyone has the mess you are describing at one point or another even if they are clean freaks. πŸ™‚ That's just life. We aren't the FlyLady! πŸ™‚

  2. So, Lisa, we should live closer! Then you guys could come for a game night (we're scrabble nerds), and we could go to yours to watch the baby when he/she comes. πŸ™‚ Yep, it is life! I must know one too many clean freaks or people who are out of this phase of life . . . πŸ™‚

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