I have been been in a bit of a rut lately. A rut that has lasted a good part of the last six months or so. A rut that has left me questioning who I am, what I am doing and why I am doing it.
My day to day consists of diapers and cereal. Loads and loads and MORE loads of laundry. The vacuum makes an appearance at least once a day. I clean the same messes over and over. I budget and plan meals, pay bills, do yardwork and make doctors appointments.
But lately, it has seemed to be all about the housework. The never ending, daunting, make me want to kill myself housework. The pointless because it will just be messy again in a half hour housework!
And today it hit me.
I am not a maid! I am not a housekeeper!
First and foremost, I am a mother.
And so my days should consist of stories and make believe. Parks, nature walks, play dates. Snuggling, and never ending squishes. (We call hugs squishes in our house, if you haven't caught on to that yet.) Art projects, play dough. Sitting on the floor playing with cars, and Barbies (even though I truly detest playing Barbies). School field trips, and soccer practices.
Yes, we will have to throw in about five thousand dirty diapers (side note: We have spent over $2500 on diapers and wipes at Costco in the past six years) and plenty of doctors appointments. Lots of cereal, peanut butter and sippy cups. But it's a price I'm willing to pay.
So today, I sat on the playroom floor and played Barbies. I sat with my poor, sick Jakey and watched Monster House. I helped Emily collect worms. I helped Daniel practice his piano, and was thrilled that he agreed to sing along. Ben and I growled at each other for the better part of a half hour, and let me tell ya, that kid can growl.
And then, while Jake and Ben slept I cleaned Emily's room. I spent almost two hours on that particular disaster. But when Jake woke up, I stopped.
The rest of the house was a mess. And normally, at the end of the day, I would have felt like a failure with my house in that state. But I've realized keeping my house clean is not my number one priority, or at least it shouldn't be. And let's be honest, it would be a full time job in and of itself to keep my house clean at all times. Of course I have been failing! And I am pretty sure that feeling like a failure at the end of every single day has contributed to my rut.
Today, I didn't fail.
Today I was a mother. A good one.
Today I succeeded.