Mundane

One day when I was in the thick of it, something bothered me that all I seemed to be doing with my three kiddos in the home was picking up toys, folding laundry and changing diapers. I would turn and sob every once in a while thinking that my life was so mundane. I felt overtired, underappreciated and overwhelmed.
I stopped at my sink, where apparently a lot of my thinking happens, and I thought,

 “My mundane is somebody’s heaven.”

To think for a moment that there were many women in the world who wanted to bear children who can’t. And for moms who don’t have food to make dirty dishes.  Or people without  any clothes to make dirty laundry.

Next time I want to complain I’ll look at my quote I wrote above my sink.

Perfectly Not Perfect

I stood in my kitchen for the billionth time that day pondering the messy mess that seemed to get to my nerves every day at some point in the day. As a mom of three kids, four years and under, for a whole year long, there were days I felt like I was falling apart when it really was only my home that needed repair... but maybe my heart too. So, I coined this phrase on a sticky note to help remind me what I’m doing as a mom is really not only helping my kids, but they are helping ME. Therefore I wrote on that yellow sticky note, 

“My kids ruined my life to save me from ruining it on my own.”  

The Rime of the Ancient Mommy

The Rime of the Ancient Mommy

“Socks socks everywhere but not a pair to wear.”