Yesterday was one of those days. You know the kind that I'm talking about. The days that you should have stayed in bed. The days where everything plots against you. The days where Mt. Laundry has a higher elevation than Kilimanjaro.
It was Princess Cranky Pants' first day of third grade. I wanted everything to be perfect. I would make a delicious lunch, all lovingly wrapped and placed neatly in her lunch box and a note inserted wishing her a happy day. That's the only part of the day that I actually succeeded at. It went downhill from there. Getting four kids ready and out the door by 0730 is no small feat. And I'm not entirely sure why I had the lofty goal of perfection.
Confession #1-Two of the four lovebugs were fed prior to leaving the house. In my defense, only ONE of those lovebugs was going to school and my logic was that the others could wait. The bebe was fed and the child going to school was fed. The fourteen-year-old is quite capable of feeding herself and the six-year-old lolly-gagged. This was all remedied upon arriving at home after dropping Princess Cranky Pants off at school.
Confession #2-I have unrealistic expectations about when chores are to be done, especially the dishes. I prefer to have a clean/shiny sink before heading to bed at night(thank you FLYLADY) and I get twitchy when it isn't. But, if I don't communicate that I want it to be done that way I don't have the right to be angry when it's not. So, I did it myself. And while I was slightly angry at first I got over the anger, sucked it up and put on my big girl panties.
Confession #3-I have a love/hate relationship with laundry. I love to do the laundry, but, I hate when it's all brought down on one day. I have a schedule. Laundry days are Monday and Thursday. It may seem crazy, however, I find that it allows me to have some freedom during my days. I don't like to be doing laundry everyday. I like a little bit of variety. I don't even wash diapers everyday! I tackled Mt. Laundry with vim and vigor and not with grace and poise as I should have. And that's okay. Nobody is perfect.
Confession #4- After a particularly stressful day (like yesterday) the last thing I want to do is cook dinner. I think that my husband should do it. As payment for all that I do during the day. I have no monetary compensation, though my payment and benefits are priceless. I am able to do the one job I LOVE to do, stay at home with my kiddos. It's not fair that I expect him to cook dinner after he's had a long day at work too. So, we compromised. We had Subway.
Life isn't perfect. I'm not perfect. I need to stop holding such a high standard and accept the imperfections that make life beautiful.
A hui hou!
