I am re-learning to love our house.
Don't get me wrong, I love it, I just usually find something wrong with it.
Many days I lack the motivation to tidy up, until the mess and frustration take over and we have to do a mass clean up. That is not the way to be...as learned today with yet another disagreement about who does what and when, who does more, who does less, who does what needs to be done, etc.
O is at this stage, and it is summer, that friends are coming in and out.
Friends are using the bathroom, friends are playing in her room, friends are running through the kitchen, etc. I don't have the energy or the desire to be worrying about undies on the floor, or overflowing garbage. It dawned on me today as the kids were running around with a bloody nose (nothing serious, everyone is OK) that I was worried about the bathroom, and in the BIG picture, cleaning up the bloody nose was more important than a pair of underwear on the floor. Perspective is a big thing :)
Anyways, it dawned on me that I treasure and value our house, that I want people to feel welcomed, cozy, happy, etc. when they enter. Since friends were not allowed at my childhood home all that much, I always wanted a noisy house, the cool house, the busy house. Now that I have it (and the kids are not even in elementary school yet) I sometimes get overwhelmed, but I know it's my poor planning, and procrastination that are causing this anxiety.
I love our house, but I need to re-learn to love it more, to accept it and to keep it a nice place, without going nutty in the process.
Once it's written, it becomes real. Silence is golden, but sharing can change a life.
