I try really hard to keep up with the housework, garden work and other work around the house. I fail miserably every day. I thought that I had trouble doing it before I had C. I was mistaken. It is even more challenging now. If I decide to work outside I get nothing done inside and if I decide to work inside I get nothing done outside.
Some days I feel like I have done a lot but accomplished little. I keep trying to organize things differently. Do things at a different time. Incorporating folding laundry while watching TV. Do dishes on a more regular basis.
I still fail though.
I think I have a sliver of domestic goddess in me.
I'm okay with failure because sometimes not doing dishes means I had a chance to spend time with my daughter.
Sometimes not getting the floor vacuumed means I spent time with my husband.
If I didn't get the load of laundry in to the washer my dogs probably got walked.
I have learned to let go a little because I enjoy family time and I know that tomorrow I'll get a little bit more done.
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