I'm writing my five-minute-friday post on Friday, AGAIN. Although I skipped last week, so maybe I shouldn't pat myself on the back too enthusiastically.
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Today's prompt is :: mess.
Messy-bessies. That is what I call my boys sometimes. I, myself, am a self-proclaimed messy-bessie on most days. We often find ourselves in a state that can be classified as a "mess." I've come to be at peace with that. Which technically, wasn't all that hard of a struggle because I have never been called a "neat freak." Ever. But as a stay-at-home mom I always put a certain amount of pressure on myself to make sure Brad came home to a clean house. OK, clean-ish house.
A home with twin toddlers is a bit more of a challenge to keep clean-ish, I think. One particularly rough day, Brad came home and nobody was happy. Crankiness, shouting, pitching-fits -- and that was just me. After the bliss of bedtime rolled around Brad and I kind of unpacked the day. I talked about how frustrating it is to try and get things done before he got home and how I hated that I never felt like I could keep up.
He said, "I would rather come home to a messy house, than a bunch of screaming."
Y'all, that about set me free. I no longer put pressure on myself to try and get things done, nor did I let guilt settle in if I saw unfolded laundry in the basket or tons of freaking grass on the carpet. Peace in the home was a better choice.
Don't get me wrong, I'll always struggle with keeping a clean-ish house and I certainly didn't accept his statement as a free pass to never do any housework. It just set me free to do the work at my pace and with peace.