I'm sitting here this morning, with my coffee. I'm watching my boys cuddle on the floor while they watch cartoons. There are toys everywhere. There are dishes in the sink. There is laundry flowing out of baskets. Beds need to be made.... the list goes on.
But all of that just means there are happy children living in this house who are blessed with clothes and food to eat and beds to sleep in.
There were times that I was unable to see this. If the house were in this chaotic state...it would be enough to make me feel worthless. unappreciated. like my "job" was pointless. Recently, as I was in the midst of cleaning and feeling defeated by these messes I thought to myself, "what would you rather be doing?"
I'm not a "girly-girl" but I can be a neat freak and a perfectionist...to the point that it causes me stress. These boys are bettering me though. Lately, I've actually found comfort in seeing all the toys across the living room floor. I'm not sure what my husband thinks of my new found freedom from keeping a perfectly clean and organized home. I caught him in the kitchen twice over the weekend, doing all the dishes :)
The point is that life isn't perfect. No one's is. I have boys for crying out loud. They are really messy and I'm not going to kill myself trying to pretend they are not. I'm not the only one with little mess makers, or tantruming toddlers in the middle of target, or who refuse to cooperate for family photos and I'm not going to beat myself up over it anymore. *sigh*
This weekend we picked out our tree..
or at least Ben and I picked out the tree while the boys chased each other
Kingston and I decorated it together. This is the first year he helped me. I imagined him placing 10 ornaments all in one place and I was totally okay with that and even told myself I wouldn't move them... but he didn't. He did such a great job decorating it exactly how I would.
And it actually turned out pretty perfect :)