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My life would be perfect if

My life would be perfect if this dang dining room wasn’t piled up with so many craft projects unfinished, or remote controls that need batteries, or school assignments that needed filing.

My life would be perfect if Owen would stop leaving candy wrappers and band aids randomly around the house.

My life would be perfect if Emma would just put away the laundry I folded for her instead of putting it on the floor of her room.

My life would be perfect if James would just put his empty dishes away instead of leaving them by the couch.

My life would be perfect if I could scoop the cat box with my thoughts and I didn’t have to actually scoop it up using my hands and the scooper.

My life would be perfect if the pile of laundry waiting to be washed would just clean itself.

My life would be perfect if Emma would just do her homework without first watching a marathon of YouTube videos.

My life would be perfect if Owen would pick up his dirty clothes and socks from the living room where he strips out of them every day.

My life would be perfect if James actually cleaned the garage and put things away when he was done with them.

My life would be perfect if I lost 10 pounds and didn’t see my muffin top squish over the waist band of my pants when I sat down.

 

But wait. I’m wrong. How could I be so selfish to think this, when my life IS perfect.

These are the thoughts I have when I’m frustrated and tired. Like we all are, right? When I feel like I just folded that basket of laundry; why is there another one? When another school morning comes and I feel like I’ve packed 50 million juice boxes in a lifetime and fetched out the favorite ‘lost’ shirt from the back of the dresser for the 20th time. Or when the dust bunnies are getting large enough that I might start mistaking them for actual pets and need to put out a food bowl for them too.

I can’t let the ‘would be… if…’ phrase rule my life.

My life IS perfect.

It’s perfect in the here and now with the children and the husband I love. We are healthy right now. We are employed with a roof over our heads and we have all the food we need in the pantry. (Even if I can’t cook a single thing for dinner we can all four agree on that we like.)

If my life was the perfection I described above, it would be dull. I would be lonely. If you took away the piles and the mess makers, I would be lost. I don’t know how people have a family, perfectly clean house, fabulous husband  AND are a taut size 2. I’m thinking there is something else lacking somewhere in their souls. Right? Maybe? I bet they chain smoke cigarettes behind the shed. Yeah, yeah, that’s it.

But I’m a work in progress. So I will TRY and not  keep wondering when things will get perfect. When things will get easier. And I will just enjoy  the messy chaos that is ours.

And maybe get a new chore chart.

 

 

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Comments

  1. Thank you for today’s reminder. For the last four years, I’ve done the “thankful in November” thing on Facebook (started it, in fact, before everyone else seemed to join in). But I still need reminders that we can find peace and joy within the mess, and within the hard things that come along.

    Thank you for reminding me that my life is perfect within the job stress, within the frustration, within the military stuff that comes along – because my kids are healthy and happy and my marriage is strong and true to a man I love even more now than I did 22 years ago when we began.

    Thank you.

  2. I get what you’re saying, Frugie. I feel like I’m constantly buried in ‘if only’ but in reality, I’m pretty damned lucky. It’s good to look at things from a different perspective and realize that things could always be worse.

  3. I’m right there with you. When I’m irritated, I always try to flip it over. Being grateful for having a washer and dryer to actually do the laundry. Being grateful that Erin has enough clothes to leave all over the ground. Being grateful that I have enough food to make these f-ing lunches every day. Okay, I might have to force myself on a few of them. But, I’m always trying as well.

  4. Life will never be perfect, so enjoy today. I wish I would have realized it sooner than I did. I love your message, it is perfect

  5. I’ve been having these moment lately … where I realize I’ve lost a bit of perspective. When I moan that I always seem to pick the rainy, crappy weather days to run errands, forgetting that I have a reliable car, I can easily run in and out of all those places because I’m healthy, and that I can buy the things we need because we’re financially stable. Yep. I need to quit my bitching and realize that I’ve got it easy!!