I don’t always give my best.
Sometimes ‘my best’ is too much work and I settle for doing ‘just enough’ or even ‘maybe later’. I’ll go to bed with that sink-full of dishes and toppling pile of laundry, with no idea what’s for breakfast and with a lovely, crumb-crusted floor.
Once or twice, I’ve even fallen into bed fully clothed and with un-brushed teeth. Sorry, honey.
I just thought a little confession would be good.
As though someone really does have it all together, all the time.
But having it all together in real life is more illusive, more of a special occasion.
There are those days where everything clicks along, every meal is planned, the house is clean and I even see the bottom of the laundry baskets. School happens peacefully and the kids play a game together. My husband walks in to the smell of his favorite dinner, sits down to eat it with his favorite people, and we all have a lovely discussion that is relevant and fruitful.
The trouble is that I expect the days to always be that way. And what do expectations get me?
More often, those events don’t all line up on the same day. Monday I might have all our meals planned. Tuesday school might go peacefully and the kids might play a game. Wednesday may be a marathon laundry day, and Thursday we might have a really good discussion at dinner with no bathroom noises, no 5th grade humor, and no fighting over who-sits-where.
298. The full moon299. The fog clearing away in the morning300. Motivation!301. Bailey, thanking me for making her do hard things302. Bible discussions303. good friends at the river304. 3 things that were broken or lost, that are now found or fixed