I can not believe that my last blog entry was in August! Has my life been so hectic and out of whack that it has taken me three months to realize there are people out there pining for my wit and sarcasm? Wow, talk about messed up!
Things have been a bit more chaotic than usual for the Weasley clan. The transition to Jr High was a little harder than expected ("What do mean you mean they expect us to study??"), Jacks has stepped up his independence level to an all time high (the kid is gonna drive me to drinking) and we have been working on the Oak house every weekend for three months straight (except time off for Thanksgiving) painting, refreshing and repairing. I am excited to announce that as of December 1st, we are officially on the market! Whoo hooo! The house looks marvelous, and actually I am quite jealous that it never looked that good during the eight years we lived there. Someone will definitely be reaping the benefits on that one.
But as we have focused on the Oak house and life in general, things have quickly slid down hill at the new house. Weekends are generally my catch up time to focus on chores and children I neglect during the week, but that hasn't really been happening. Mt.Washmore is about as tall as my laundry room is wide most days, and we seemed to be content to live with boxes yet to be empty. CHAOS (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome) has hit a new level, which to be honest, I expected to take longer in the new place.
But as I am moving things around this morning in an effort to make it look like I am accomplishing
something around here, I realize that it shouldn't matter how messy and disorganized the house is. My children are fed, well dressed (for the most part) and are happy. They have great expectations for Christmas Break and are excited at the idea of two weeks off from school. We have been blessed beyond measure with a fantastic house that reflects the personality of the family ( large, a bit shabby, and lovable), food on the table and family and friends that like to come visit. So what if the couch is buried under mounds of laundry? Anyone that knows me knows I loath laundry, so is it really a surprise?
My house isn't meant to be a showplace...unless its the Little House of Horrors, but as of this moment, I am gonna try hard not to let it bother me so much anymore. Trying to keep a perfect house on top of every thing else going on is a lost battle and it only causes stress for me. Daddy Weasley and the kids could care less if the house sparkles and shines, so why do I get so worried about it?
I, like so many other moms, need to realize that our worth is not measured by the sparkle of our counter tops, the lack of laundry in the living room, or the organization of the spice cabinet.....Our worth is measured by how much we love our families, our ability to put others first and our drive to give 100% no matter how tired/frustrated/completely frazzled we are. We need to stop feeling like we are only as good as our house keeping skills and realize that there is more to life than clean laundry (not that clean laundry isn't important, well, except for nudists) and floors that are pine fresh.
If you can stand the chaos and total disorganization of the Wealsey Burrow, feel free to drop in and finally get the tour of the new house you are dying for. I promise not to cringe, cry or beg for your mercy and understanding... after all, if you 're my friend you love me for who I am, not for the quality of my housekeeping. Cut me some slack in my supermom abilities and I will do the same for you. After all, it's a crazy messed up world and every one of us needs all the love and support we can get!
Step right up, come on in......
