I woke up this morning with a million things whirling through my head. I needed to clean the kitchen, pick up the house, clean the bathroom, take care of half a dozen phone calls, appointments to make, etc. Pay the bills, balance the checkbook (three months worth), take another look at the budget that won't balance.
Jonathan started making waking up sounds, and my first thought was "no, no, stay asleep, I have too much to do and I can't do it with you awake." And then I caught myself. I'm a stay-at-home-MOM. Not a stay-at-home-wonder-woman-who-keeps-a-perfect-house.
So Jonathan woke up to a smiling mommy who took him on a walk, sang nursery rhymes, read poems, and thoroughly enjoyed him. Lord Jesus, help me to be that kind of mommy. After all, that's why I stay home.
2 comments:
Amen to that!!
I have *so* been there, and it is something that I still struggle with. That and the feeling that after I clean a room, Emma should not allowed to play with anything in it. I have to remind myself that I want my daughter to grow up in a home, not in a museum!
hurrah! very, very, very true. There's a time for order and a time for play. Maybe some people default on the play side, but us order people need to know we get out of balance too!
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