I woke up feeling yucky. Really it's just sleep deprivation. If I don't zealously guard the time I go to bed, I don't go to bed. And, surprise-surprise, then I get less sleep. Then I am not nearly so nice (meaning GODLY). Sometimes I call and talk to my Rugged Mountain Man to help me gain perspective, instead of just wallowing in my oh-my-gosh-there's-so-much-to-do moments. He's a great guy and he helps me. One thing he said today hit me like lightning. It was good practical advice just when I needed it. He said, "Maybe if you spent more time with the girlies, the house wouldn't be such a wreck." A little context here before you throw something at my husband (watch out, I have a mean tae-bo kick that I wouldn't hesitate to use)
- The house is generally tidy.
- I do spend time with the girlies.
He knows both of these things. However, I see all that still needs to be done, after school is over for the day, the cooking, the wash to be folded and the deep cleaning that feels like it won't get done til my children's high school graduation... and I go into panic mode. Only work, work, work, work. Balance is the name of the game. And that's the heart of what he was saying.
He was bringing balance.
Which is why I was almost speechless with the wisdom of what he said. The house is generally tidy. So, I shouldn't feel compelled to accomplish every item on the task list at the expense of time with the Blossoms. Balance. They go crazy-rowdy when Mommy goes into hyper-accomplishment mode.
Crazy-rowdy equals bad things for tidy houses. And that's makes Mommies sad.
I like the balance he brought. It was a timely word. And then he said, "Have a cup of Earl Grey tea."
And I had two.
