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Sometimes I feel inadequate as a wife/mom.
I'm not the best "Susie Homemaker" if you will.
My house is almost always neat and picked up by the end of the day, yes.
But spic and span clean? No.
I like to cook, but I don't have dinner ready every single night, and my (oldest) child eats popcorn for dinner.
My husband does the laundry, and I only put them away.
Dishes pile up in the sink, and I never fill up our ice cube trays... (That's for you Matt :) but I love a clean kitchen and feel like I clean it 24/7.
I don't do DIY projects, house projects, yardwork, etc as much as I'd like.
In fact, my kitchen cabinets that we started painting white a few months ago?
They still aren't finished.
I try to bake, but I sometimes fail.
I can't sew. I don't mow the lawn. I like my tv shows and spending time with friends. I also love laying on the couch.
My girls fight, argue, repeat things I'm not proud of... things like, "Go in timeout! You're driving me crazy! Don't do that!" and always want to watch "just one more Dora"
I lose my patience, I say things I don't mean to my husband, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.
I work 3 days a week, and I'm home with the girls the other two days, but sometimes it's hard. It's hard to find my role in this "stay at home mom vs. working mom" world. Because technically I'm both. So in my mind I feel like I should have a clean house, and dinner made, and laundry done, and kids fed and happy, and playdates made, and swimming pools visited, and storytime attended, and yada yada yada. Oh yes, and also work during the week too. Don't get me wrong. I love my position. I love to "get a break" and adult interaction for a few hours during the week. I also love spending most of my time with my girls. Sometimes the balance of being a mom is just... hard. But so fulfilling.
It's so weird :)
Anyway, I saw this poem/quote and it struck me, so I thought I'd share. Because at the end of the day, my baby girls (and husband) matter the most. Laundry/dishes/friends/tv/dinner can wait.
Sometimes I feel inadequate as a wife/mom.
I'm not the best "Susie Homemaker" if you will.
My house is almost always neat and picked up by the end of the day, yes.
But spic and span clean? No.
I like to cook, but I don't have dinner ready every single night, and my (oldest) child eats popcorn for dinner.
My husband does the laundry, and I only put them away.
Dishes pile up in the sink, and I never fill up our ice cube trays... (That's for you Matt :) but I love a clean kitchen and feel like I clean it 24/7.
I don't do DIY projects, house projects, yardwork, etc as much as I'd like.
In fact, my kitchen cabinets that we started painting white a few months ago?
They still aren't finished.
I try to bake, but I sometimes fail.
I can't sew. I don't mow the lawn. I like my tv shows and spending time with friends. I also love laying on the couch.
My girls fight, argue, repeat things I'm not proud of... things like, "Go in timeout! You're driving me crazy! Don't do that!" and always want to watch "just one more Dora"
I lose my patience, I say things I don't mean to my husband, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.
I work 3 days a week, and I'm home with the girls the other two days, but sometimes it's hard. It's hard to find my role in this "stay at home mom vs. working mom" world. Because technically I'm both. So in my mind I feel like I should have a clean house, and dinner made, and laundry done, and kids fed and happy, and playdates made, and swimming pools visited, and storytime attended, and yada yada yada. Oh yes, and also work during the week too. Don't get me wrong. I love my position. I love to "get a break" and adult interaction for a few hours during the week. I also love spending most of my time with my girls. Sometimes the balance of being a mom is just... hard. But so fulfilling.
It's so weird :)
Anyway, I saw this poem/quote and it struck me, so I thought I'd share. Because at the end of the day, my baby girls (and husband) matter the most. Laundry/dishes/friends/tv/dinner can wait.
"Today I left some dishes dirty,
The bed got made around 3:30.
The diapers soaked a little longer,
The odor grew a little stronger.
The crumbs I spilled the day before
Are staring at me from the floor.
The fingerprints there on the wall
Will likely be there still next fall.
The dirty streaks on those windowpanes
Will still be there next time it rains.
Shame on you, you sit and say,
Just what did you do today?
I held a baby till she slept,
I held a toddler while she wept.
I played a game of hide and seek,
I squeezed a toy so it would squeak.
I pulled a wagon, sang a song,
Taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that shows, I guess that's s true.
Unless you think that what I've done,
Might be important to someone
With deep blue eyes and soft brown hair,
If that is true... I've done my share."
I held a toddler while she wept.
I played a game of hide and seek,
I squeezed a toy so it would squeak.
I pulled a wagon, sang a song,
Taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that shows, I guess that's s true.
Unless you think that what I've done,
Might be important to someone
With deep blue eyes and soft brown hair,
If that is true... I've done my share."
























































