To do it all.
Dear mama trying to reach ridiculous standards.
To the mom who is crying cleaning because you're just so overly tired.
Stop. Stop it all.
Take a nap, a bath, paint your toe nails, play with chalk outside, jump on the trampoline.
Because those standards in our heads will always put us below the line.
I had a realization this week. I can't do it all. I will try and clean when I'm actually home. I'll work hard & seek joy. We'll make the appointments. I'll meal plan. I'll smile & sometimes crazy dance.
But there are days when I'm just going to need to nap.
That this house will look like a zoo has trampled through because there are SEVEN people living here.
I can't do it all. I can't. It's impossible. I can't expect that every room looks immaculate.
/////This new realization will be so sad for our teen & 7 year old twins when I start packing on actual chores. Because I'm such a control freak I've wanted to do it all. But I'm throwing in the towel.////