Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Housewife Failure

Let's talk about housework for a moment.

 (Obviously, I failed at both parts of this blog title hah!) Y'all. It's bad. So bad. I want SO BADLY to be that person who can just rock the housekeeping thing. 

I am like my Momma in so many ways, except I missed the housekeeping gene. 

In true form of 2016, and social media, many people have seen photos of my house. Here's a few of my favorites:

Cute, right? I'm pretty proud of it. I'm taking the phrase "Love grows best in small houses" and running with it, because we will be in the house for the foreseeable future. (and I'm finally OK with that, but that's for another post)

Now. These photos are so nice and clean, right? Because WHO would dare put up photos with junk and clutter in them. Right? 

Let's get real for a minute. 

This is the current status of my front door wall: 

That necklace? Has been there for months. The mail? lolololol I don't even KNOW what's in there. I just keep adding to it. 

I'm not even brave enough to snap a picture of my bedroom, but most days, it could be straight out of a hoarders episode. I'm consistently about 4 loads of laundry behind, and there is literally glitter EVERYWHERE. 

The point is: Is the well being and happiness of my kids any less because there is 2 months worth of junk mail sitting by the door? Is their life any "less" than their friends because I just pulled their clean clothes for the day out of basket instead of folding them? Nope.

I'm tired. Work, school, maintaining friendships, dance rehearsal, soccer practices, and just life in general is exhausting. I'd much rather snuggle up with my girls for movie night than worry about sweeping the floors tonight, and for the first time ever, I realize: It's OK. 

I KNOW for a fact that I'm not alone in this. Single parent or not, let's worry more about the time we spend with our kids and friends instead of making it perfect. 

Our babies aren't going to remember the perfectly swept floors or the sparkling baseboards. They're going to remember the time we spent with them and the memories we made. 

and yes. I posted this right before the Christmas hoop-la for a reason. ;) Let it go. Enjoy the days that are coming and the time spent with friends and family. Merry Christmas, friends! <3

Sunday, December 11, 2016

The Beginning


So many times, I have thought "This needs to be written down". But life happens, and it never gets done. 

Today is changing that. This is the beginning of something that will hopefully grow. 

I had a conversation today with a mentor/friend. We got on the subject of the past (fun, right?). I told him that when I was going through my separation/divorce, I HATED when people told me "God has a plan". Yes. I KNEW He had a plan, but at that point in time, it is NOT what I wanted to hear. Not even close. 

This friend went through a life event that led people to say the same. It's not a line that we necessarily want to hear when we are going through a tragedy. But, it doesn't make it any less true....right? God DID have a plan for me. He has a plan for them. He has one for you. He DOES. 

I was also told something today, that has never been said to me. "You did all that alone. You went through it alone". Now, I had some wonderful friends and family that all but dragged me through the last 3 months of 2012 and MOST of 2013, but I didn't have that community; the fellowship, that a church family offers. I let myself be pulled away from church. This morning, I blamed my ex-husband. But after looking back, there isn't anyone to blame but myself. It took me a long time to get back to where I need to be, but here we are. There is a song by Cory Morrow with lyrics that sum it up perfectly.

"I am my Father's son, the prodigal one, and He's reckless with His grace"

SO. Here we go. God has laid this on my heart, and I'm not sure where it will go. But if ONE person can be encouraged or inspired, or even if just one person feels a little less alone, then I've accomplished something. 

This is the beginning. My attempt at finding the line between Hustle and Grace. The saga of my crazy, chaotic, roller-coaster of a life as a single Mom with two sweet girls; filled with sarcasm, bad grammar, and some unfortunately corny humor.