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Monday, August 25, 2008

My job

They say that having children grounds you. That it teaches you to live in the moment. And there is a lot of validity to that.

But.

Life, and the maintenance demands of such, still goes on. And I am finding that it is very easy to fall into a pattern of working so hard to keep the "work" done, that I end up resenting the kids' constant demands on my time. I feel like I fight a constant battle trying to decide, well, do I play with the kids, or cook dinner? Do I sit down and read with them, or do laundry? Sometimes the delicate balance of time just doesn't allow for everything I *want* to do AND everything I *need* to do. And I constantly feel like something is suffering. In this role of housewife/mother, I often feel despair, because I am killing myself to fill both roles completely, and end up feeling like I am always shortchanging something. Or everything. I am so busy trying to be a good mom that my house looks like an utter disaster. Or, I am so stubbornly committed to getting through my "to do" list that I feel like I am neglecting my children. Gah.

Finding that balance is hard.

I am reminded of something that many managers have told me throughout my working life. "Don't get annoyed because a customer interrupts some other task you may be doing. THEY ARE WHY YOU ARE HERE."

I need that kick in the butt sometimes. I need to stop feeling frustrated that the kids have interrupted me so many times that it has taken me 3 hours to unload the dishwasher. I need to remember that obvious little nugget. They are why I am here. They are the "who" that I am doing this for. It's funny how easy it is to get mired in the drudgery and lose sight of something that simple.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Note to Self

Just be thankful.

Do not complain that half of the clothes are stretched out of shape, and several items are twisted. Do not point out that more efficient use could have been made of both space and clothespins by using one pin for the corners of two side-by-side items.

Just think of the fact that you got to sit down for five minutes and make a mundane blog entry because someone else hung a load of clothes on the line.

Without being asked.

Because he loves you.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Socks

Cayden is playing with the vacuum cleaner. It makes him happy. The wand-and-hose attachment is easy for him to handle, and it keeps him out of my hair long enough to cook lunch. Or go to the bathroom. Or take a deep breath. A week or so ago, I encouraged this distraction by scattering Cheerios on the carpet and letting him suck them up. Big fun.

So, he's playing with it again now, and giggling hysterically. Good. Oh, wait. What is that funny whiiiine-muffle-pop sound?

Yeah. He is feeding it socks.