Some women love doing laudry. Some women love cleaning their house until it shines. Some women love yard work. Some women love cooking. Some women love_____. Fill in the blank with whatever you want. The great thing is we can all love different things and it does not make any of us right or wrong. It makes us all different and requires us to respect those differences and similarities because if we can not accept each other as we are then we have a host of other issues to deal with--more than just a dusty bookcase. So I happen to fall into the non-laudry, non-house cleaning loving group. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE a clean house and a great house keeper and I LOVE that my amazing husband finds laudry relaxing. (I know that is so crazy, right?) I just dont enjoy doing it, but I will and I do. And I gladly take any and all help I can get with it!
I am the kind of person that an entire day home with my kids, would find me on the floor playing puzzles or trains or whatever they wanted, a;ways cooking and squeezing in blogging. Not really focusing on other domesticated things that need my attention. My career changes have recently gotten in the way of me being much of a blogger lately, too.
The thing about my life as a part-time stay at home/part time working mom, was that I always seemed to be running around chaotic. As much as I tried to set specific hours or days would work, I continually found myself racing from preschool drop-off, to the office, to a client meeting to, back to pick-up by 2pm and sometimes back to the office. Or on days that we did not have school, I would try and plan the entire day making sure the boys had naps. Which meant I was either going into the office early and trying to be home by lunch or leaving right after lunch and coming home by dinner. Either way I was always running. And the boys well they never knew when I was coming or going which yeilded to some super clingy days.
Oddly now that I am working full time and leaving early but comming home early most days too, they know exaclty where I am and when I am coming home. And SURPRISE: everyone is actually more relaxed with this. It seems like my new found stable schedule has rubbed off on the boys. Who knew? Looking back I kind of think I was failing miserably at trying to do it all. Nothing got 100% of me; not work, not Brandon, not the boys! And not even myself. So here is to consistancey. Historically I have only been consistant about that fact that I was always busy, well and that I was never consistant. Does that make sense? I seem to be getting more done these days...so far we have organzied the garage, taken MULTIPLE loads to donate, organized the attic, rented storage unit, sorted Berks "too small" clothes, reorganized his closet and drawers, and planned Bradford's 5th Birthday Events!!! So more to come....(And this is not getting spell checked...
On the morning I woke up at 3am with water pouring through a light fixture onto my face, I tossed every sheet, towel and piece of clothing I could find o...
Here is to self-awareness!I agree. Consistancy is the key,but it has to be YOUR family's consistant. It's very liberating to find your family's "normal." Go Rena!
Post a Comment