I saw this post & just wanted to tell you that you just explained how mothers feel all over the world.

Having three as well, I know how it is. You almost feel sometimes that with each child you gave birth to, a little bit of your mind (especially the part that deals with concentration) gets lost.

We want to be the multitaskers that get everything done & not just done but done WELL. But unless we spend no time with our family or stay up all night cleaning – that’s not really something we can achieve.

Sometimes it helps me to look around and say “Okay so this place is a mess, I have ten things half done…BUT-

My kitchen does look rather nice…even if everything else is gross. I DID get to take a shower…even if I am not all “done up”. I DO have a wonderful home to live in…that’s more than so many people can say! Hubby doesn’t have any clean pants…but at least he has clean underwear!”

and so on. I think alot of times we start to feel so overwhelmed that it’s hard to see the “light at the end of the tunnel”. But that feeling does always pass.

And in the long run, your children are going to look back at all the time you spent with them, & the meaningful things you did…they aren’t going to remember dirty dishes or a week’s worth of laundry that sat on the couch for three days, ect.

It’s like this poem I have up in my kitchen:

EXCUSE THIS HOUSE…

Some houses try to hide the fact
that children shelter there;
Ours boasts of it quite openly, the
signs are everywhere.
For smears are on the windows,
litte smudges on the doors.
I should apologize I guess for
toys strewn on the floors.
But I sat down with the children
and we played and laughed and read,
And if the doorbell doesn’t shine
their eyes will shine instead.
For when at times I’m forced to choose,
the one job or the other,
I want to be a housewife,
but first
I’LL BE A MOTHER.

Hugs,

Jessica

You are not failing!!! You are a stellar success and people who focus on the little and unimportant don’t deserve to have a say in you self-worth. ’cause they’re poo-poo heads.

Buck up, lil camper. Just tell yourself I’m good enough, I’m smart enough and dog-gonnit, people like me.

Some of my best friends have “disorganized” lives and I have started to see that I can overlook those small things because their friendship means so much to me.

Today I forgot a birthday party of a dear friend’s child. She had to call me 30 minutes into it to remind me. I pray that we are at a point in our relationship that she can overlook that as I have overlooked some similar small things.

Hang in there. I hope you have friends who understand.