Today I bitched at Husband because he and the boys throw their clothes on the floor for someone else (me) to pick up. “I’m not a maid,” I told him before he left for work. And so began the spiral of trying not to be resentful of all the housework my family creates.
My friend Angie told me when I quit my job two years ago that there would be a “honeymoon period” where everything was awesome but then reality would hit and I would struggle for an unknown period of time before the ship righted itself. Some people’s ships never right themselves.
I’d like for my ship to right.
I’m working on it.
Anyway, for awhile now I’ve been stuck in an up-and-down cycle of feeling like I’m being buried alive by the mundane while trying to see and appreciate the little things that make my life beautiful. It’s a season of life, and I’m exhausted, although I cling to the hope that one day I will wake up and realize that I’m rested and my ship is righted.
In the meantime, these are the things that keep me going. Today I caught Asher playing Ring Around The Rosy with his stuffed kitty cat. It was pretty much the cutest thing ever, so thank you Husband for letting me be here to see it. You are now forgiven for being such a slob.