I have a sink full of dishes. There is a pile of laundry on my bed waiting to be folded and put away, and the laundry basket is full again. My bathrooms need to be scrubbed, and my floors are practically begging to be mopped. All the while my two youngest are rearranging the living room furniture into a fort. It’s already after lunchtime and my accomplishments for the day tally up to a whopping zero; unless you count that I made my bed. Twice in fact. Apparently Hub decided that a made bed was the most logical place to look for a missing sippy cup.
I still have to figure out dinner plans because this is the busiest day of the week for us: Harper has a softball game and Molly Claire has dance, which makes for a late night. The cabinets are looking rather bare because it’s time for the weekly grocery trip and I haven’t even started making a list.
I’m overwhelmed. Why do I do this to myself? How is it that I go to bed every night with the greatest of intentions that tomorrow will be better. I’ll be the mom that has her life together. But when morning comes, it’s more of the same: rushing the girls to ready themselves for school, feeding the boys breakfast while simultaneously starting the washer, dryer and dishwasher, constantly feeling like I’m always two steps behind.
But here’s the thing… Even on my worst days when I am the most defeated, I still get it done. I manage to make it through the day, and by the time we all go to bed, all the things that really matter have been dealt with. We never go to bed hungry, we have clothes to sleep in and to wear the next day, the girls have their homework done and are prepared for school. Most importantly, everyone knows that they are loved and valued, including myself… It never seems to fail, on those worst days, my husband – who is a man of very few words- always tells me, “Meg, I don’t know how you do it”. As much as I cherish those words from my hubby, the lesson I take away is far greater: when all I can see are my failures and shortcomings, God sees all that I have accomplished.
Sometimes that’s all we need.
A change of perspective, and a glass of wine…