“Crap!” I thought. “Now WE have to send something! “ I scanned the room to see what was available. All I saw was a handful of fortune cookies left over from last night’s Chinese food, and some free address labels from the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.
I had Preschooler write a letter and draw a picture for her friend. Then I ate the fortune cookies and paid the utility bill.
I try so hard to do it all. I’d like my house to be company-ready all the time. I’d like to plan arts & crafts activities for my kids and arrange spectacular and enriching play-dates and outings. I want to prepare balanced, healthy, home-made lunches and dinners. I want to write for my blog, and read other blogs. I want to work on other writing projects, and plow through the ever-growing pile of books to read.
I am capable of doing all these things.
But I am not capable of doing all these things all of the time.
If my house is clean, it means I spent the day cleaning instead of playing with my kids.
If my kids are filthy by the end of the day, it means I spent the day outdoors with them, and my house is probably a wreck.
The days I don’t blog are the days I’m actually getting REAL LIFE things done.
And if I make a home-made meal, I miss out on after-dinner family time cleaning up my kitchen.
I know there are solutions to this. But it took me a full year of stay-at-home parenting to realize how much pre-planning it takes just to be “normal.”
Take one day a week, and make it your “going out” day. Plan ahead for something to do with the kids that day.
You can make a home-made dinner in the crock-pot, or put together a casserole ahead of time so all you have to do at the end of the day is heat it up.
If you could just get your house CLEAN, you can keep it that way by just taking a half-hour each day to tidy up.
You can always wash the dishes after the kids are in bed.
Plan for time during the day or evening where Husband can keep the kids out of my hair for half-an-hour so I have time to read, or write, or do something else just for myself.
I take this advice some of the time. And I'm with it, some of the time.
The rest of the time, I lose my minivan at the zoo, and don't find it for 36 hours. More on that later.
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