Okay peeps the time change is knocking me on my butt. How are my kids fully adjusted and I am still in bed, and trying my best to get coffee in so I can wake up – I need a IV drip to go along with this huge cuppa java. Joel is rocking it as […]
Currently our bedroom looks like the dryer exploded. It started with one basket of clean clothes and has been added to with each load. I am going nuts each morning sifting through the pile to find everyone clothes, we need the clean clothes it is as simple as that. But now that the chore is out of hand I have zero desire to actually do it. I can see it, I am frustrated over it, and yet I keep choosing to ignore it.
Many women believe it is required of us to be in constant service and available to those we love. Which is probably why I have my phone now – what if the girls, my grandparents, or (whoever) needs me? Possibly like me, you have been conditioned to believe that in order to show love we must self-sacrifice, and display complete dedication to the wants and needs of the people around us (our husband, children, extended family, friends, church, etc). Often we set aside our inner desires, passions, and dreams, and instead pick up the vacuum with an empty sense of duty.
Everyone in my house seems to take notice when I fail to succeed in my duties as mom. Not often do I get a “thank you for drying my mittens last night,” or “thanks mom, for cleaning the toilet.” Forget to make dinner and everyone is out to get me. As moms we spend our days doing what feels like a thankless job with everyone else in the house working against us. Sunday morning I endured a crying melt down from Joshua, lasting for over 45 minutes prior to arriving at church. All that fuss over the fact that he had to wear “girl” underwear! Really dude? It was clean! Rest assured it is not that we lack “boy” appropriate underwear, it was simply the outcome of a very busy week – my priority was clean clothes. Period. Not equal amounts of gender specific underwear.