Years and years ago there was a book with the title
Ordinary Lives or something similar.
I am an ordinary person, leading an ordinary life. Sometimes, I feel a little bit of angst about this. Usually, it doesn't last long. However, the normal, everyday things that I do sometimes make me less than thrilled with my ordinary life. I get really tired of dishes, laundry, spots on the carpet, no towels in my bathroom, shoes spread across the house, grocery shopping, cooking---and a million other things that are part of my ordinary life.
Today I went school shopping with my 11 year old son. He is such a good sport. Shopping is hard for me. I must have money phobias or something. As we returned home, I looked around at my messy house. I felt deflated, like a failure. I proceeded to try and elicit help from the three older children. The oldest begrudgingly did vacuum. #2 fell asleep with an ice pack on an injured ankle and #3 fought with me about cleaning her room. Again, I felt like a failure.
How have women throughout time managed their homes and their families? How have they managed 35 loads of laundry a week, plus carpooling, jobs, scouts, piano lessons, dance lessons, football and a myriad of other obligations?
I guess that this is where I can continue to wallow in my self proclaimed pity-party or I can buck up and just keep going. I have a very wise Mom. She has had some difficult experiences in her life. One of the sayings that I
remember is "You do what you have to do." So, I guess that I go unload that dishwasher -again-- put another load of laundry in, pick up the Thomas Tank engine underwear that are in the middle of the floor and be grateful that I have a little 3 year old that wears those underwear and try and remember that my ordinary life is pretty extraordinary---for me.