Confession #1: I hate to do dishes. Hate. It. Being that I have four little men, and one big one that insist on being fed regularly, I cook or bake all of the dang time. Thus, I tend to generate a lot of dirty dishes. Dishes that I don’t really care to wash. It’s ironic really. Something that I am passionate about and love doing necessitates doing something that I loathe.
Confession #2: I find it nearly impossible to cook, or do much of anything, if there are dirty dishes in the sink. It’s as if I just-can’t-think unless my sink is clean. We can have piles of “kid crap” all over the place and I can pretty much ignore it (for the most part.) But a dirty sink? Makes my skin crawl.
Sometimes the yin-yang of life toys with my psyche.
Confession#3: I have to make my bed everyday. Odd because as a child I refused to make my bed because “I was just going to sleep in it again, anyway.”
As a mother of many I have learned to relax, and let a lot of things go. This is but a short season in my life, and I figure once my boys are grown and living with their own families, I am not going to look back on this time and wish that I vacuumed more that once a week. I’m not going to wish that I washed more walls, or spent our sunny afternoons organizing closets and scrubbing floors. When my boys are grown, I suspect that I am going to wish that they were little again. I’m going to wish that we could snuggle and read more books. I’m going to wish that we had more time. Time to hold on to and cement every memory into my brain.
So I figure that as long as my kitchen sink is clean, and my bed is made each day, then I have accomplished something. Anything more is just the icing on the cake.
Because I’m good enough. I’m smart enough. And gosh darn it. People like me. (Name that skit/character.)
Thanks for understanding my neuroses,
Kirsten 😉
P.S. Feel free to shout out your quirks in the comments section. Make a Sister feel a little more sane.
P.P.S. I’m editing photos for a cupcake post that will knock your socks off! I’ll get it up once I stop shirking responsibility by playing outside in the sun.
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