It's 4:40 in the afternoon. I look around and I'm not sure what I've accomplished today. I spent way too much time this morning trying to figure out how to serge curves. I washed and dried a load of laundry. I fed the kids. I helped Olivia do her lessons. I took Paxton to Speech and Occupational Therapy and made a trip to the grocery store. Ok so I've done something today.
I guess lately I've been feeling a little guilty. Jody works 8-14 hours a day. He's a slave to the man. His job sucks but someone has to do it. My "job" is to take care of the house. It's primarily my responsibility as a stay at home mom to take care of the kids, clean, cook, etc. When I look at my house lately, I'm failing at my job. The place is a wreck. I know part of it is my fault. I get overwhelmed and/or frustrated and I quit or do the bare minimum. Let's face it, I could find a million other things to do rather than scrubbing toilets or washing windows. That would never fly in a workplace. I either need to find a new job or figure out a way to do a better job where I'm at.
So this is my goal: Be a better employee for my family. I'm going to clean the bathroom before there is a ring around the toilet and mop the floors before I stick to them. I'm going to be better organized and more effecient. And I'm going to teach my kids to clean up after themselves. Ok so that just may be wishful thinking, but a girl can dream.