If you know me, you know how much I strive to have a clean presentable house. Some days (weeks!) when laziness and life take over, however, I fall behind, then get mad and then clean in a mad frenzied way. So lately I've been trying to not get lazy. I've been somewhat successful in keeping my house mostly presentable.
And I do most of this because I think this is how other people do it. I walk into their seemingly perfectly clean homes and think that they are really on top of things. They can prioritize and get it all done, all while having their kids dressed cute and well behaved. (these are sahm's by the way) So I think, if they can do it, so can I! What's so wrong with me that I can't get a handle on my life?
After learning last night that my neighbor (that stays at home, has two kids who *still take naps!* and has another on the way) has a cleaning lady, I realize that I am doing the absolute best I can all by myself! I'm actually feeling quite proud of what I am able to do cleaning wise in my home with three kids and a husband. I have been setting myself up for failure from day one with my old thinking. But now I know that even though my house isn't perfect, I have crumbs on my kitchen floor that need swept up, toys scattered in the family room and my dining room table is covered with kids' artwork, I am still doing the best that I know how.
And those are my Stuart Smalley thoughts for the day. :)