Even though I have lots of days where I might not feel like it, this is the best time of my life. People wouldn’t write songs like “Let them be little” and “It won’t be like this for long” or “You’re gonna miss this” if it wasn’t true.
I have really hard days though. Days were the morning starts too early and I stumble around in my pjs all morning long. Days where I want to take that smiling housewife with pearls and heels and stab her with her unscratched stilettos. Cause that is not me. My floors are sticky my sink is full of dishes. Reality is I would much rather take Lizzie to the park and the library or play dress up and make cookies then wash dishes and sweep the floor. I do this and little by little the housework piles up. Soon my laundry resembles Mt. Everest – in height and difficulty of tackling.
I have this ideal stay-at-home-mom in my head that I strive to be like. Little miss perfect has some points that I strive to achieve and they are worthy ones to be sure. For example, dressing before meeting the day. I have noticed my entire demeanor and attitude changes when I have a cute outfit on and my hair all fixed versus if I just stay in my greasy hair and ratty clothes. Here is a mama-spectrum I created. I am not a graphics artist so please bear with me 🙂
On this spectrum you can see where I think I fall. On my best days, on Sundays, I might be a smidge above normal…..but not much. I have never ever in my life been a fancy girl. I am plan jane but know how to dress up when the occasion arises.
However if I just wash my hair and dress nice – 2 very easy goals to achieve – I think I will be directly at normal and my household moral will improve!
What is my definition of “normal”? Clean hair, clean clothes, a pleasant look. Stylish clothes and makeup not necessary to be normal. I think the addition of accessories and trendy clothes puts you a few spots above normal and when you add perfectly styled hair to all this you are landing pretty close to fancy.
What is my definition of “frumpy”? Uncombed, unwashed hair and unkempt clothes. We all have frumpy days. Days where our energy levels are zapped, the house is atrocious and you feel overwhelmed. I call these frozen pizza days because you just want to stay home and do as little as possible. But this should not be the norm. There was a lady I knew when I was a child and she inspired these lines in a poem I wrote. (I believe I was 10 yrs old or so)
“All care for herself is lost forevermore.
Alas she is worse off than in her youth before.”
Now I am certainly not worse off than in my youth before. More stressed? Certainly! Sleep deprived? Undoubtedly! But as I said earlier, these are the best years of my life. My worries are more and my interest is a lot less on physical appearance than the needs of my family. But I fight the urge to focus on what I miss about my freedom-filled past and instead revel in the joys of this stage of my life.
A very inspiring lady in my Bible Study (who has a daughter my age) gave me this advice, and I hold it close to my heart:
“Annie, you will have many years to have the house as clean and organized as you want later. Enjoy your babies while they are young!”