I have a tendency to think that I am the busiest person in the world; the most cleaning to do, the most kids to take care of, the most meals to make, the most trips to get ready for/ recover from, you get the picture. But I just had a wonderful realization. I'm not.
I am not pregnant and puking.
My husband is not in the throes of finishing his dissertation.
We are not in the middle of a move.
I don't have a newborn. (I do love newborns, just not the accompanying chaos, hormonal changes, and constant nursing.)
I have been in all these places (most of them more than once). Remembering that allows to relax and thank my lucky stars that I currently can carve out time to go to the gym, sew occasionally, and make my bed every few days.
Life is good.
4 comments:
Nice sentiments.
I feel the same way. I am finally able to consistently do the dishes and keep my house vacuumed. We've hit our stride. Does that mean it's time to get pregnant again? :)
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amen... light at the end of the tunnel?...
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