Oh man, it has been a night. And best of all, a Sunday night. I have a whole 5 days before we get another weekend break, with nowhere to go and nothing to do. I'm tired and it's not even Monday yet.
Here's my aha moment for the night. I was grouchy with Bronwyn as she was going to bed because of a particular mess she and Mirren made, getting into some toys that I had packed away into a storage space in our downstairs.
I was feeling frustrated, imagining all the organization that would have to be re-done and all the things that would have to be straightened up again, and would surely need some of my help when it hit me. Why am I keeping these toys?
Clearly, there was a reason I packed them away and if I didn't like the mess my kids made with the toys and then my kids couldn't keep them picked up, well then, WHY in the heck did I even own these toys???
So, first thing tomorrow, I'm going through and taking out the things my kids CAN keep picked up and giving away the stuff that just mindlessly gets left out. Because sometimes too much stuff is just too much stuff and there's no point in keeping it if my kids have a hard time cleaning it all up.
So there you have it. I like a clean house and I like to be able to have my kids help make it happen. But if you came over on any random day, you probably wouldn't be able to tell I like to have an organized and clean house. Because I have something called "children" and they have to live somewhere. Ha ha.
Also, Happy Fathers Day. I'm grateful for Reed who helps validate my feelings even when I'm brimming with frustration because of this job called motherhood that I love but is also one of my greatest challenges. I'm grateful for Reed's calm steadiness. I'm grateful for his loving generosity for all of his family. I'm grateful for a confidant who loves all my messiness and my feelings and all the things I have a hard time loving about myself.
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