the dilemma, i would hazard a guess, is that order is so fleeting. yesterday, before my 3rd graders piled into my kitchen, everything was close to immaculate. now we’re back to “lived in” again. the fact that my right arm has been sick for two days is almost depressing. in my dreams i’m this supermom, superhousekeeper, do all, be all for everyone, including myself. sadly the reality is so far from the fantasy that only good ol’ hubby’s hugs can save me from going mental.
how the heck do the real supermoms of this world get it all done, they who have businesses and books to write on top of homeschooling and daily chores? i know, i know. i’ve been asked the same question by people who think *i* get it all done. i’m quick to correct them, but somehow i don’t think they believe me.
between menu planning and keeping the rooms from looking like pigsties to reading to my 3-yo (which btw, i love reading to my kids more than any other activity we share) to making sure the dobok‘s are washed….sigh….
half the tasks i set for myself i know wouldn’t make a difference, they won’t get me to heaven and they won’t keep me out either, but therein lies the problem. when doing all the best things leave little time to do the great things, are the great things supposed to be eliminated, just like that? i still wonder….
three-year old needs a hug. gotta go.
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