So we had a busy weekend, work & family. My husband, Chris, had to deliver two custard carts for our restaurant to two local communities for festivals. So our weekend really started last Thursday when we delivered the two of them, however when we got to the second location we couldn’t just drop off the custard cart and leave, there was food to eat and rides to ride (according to my boys). So we had some dinner and bought the boys a sheet of tickets and let them ride some rides. However these rides cost us our 8pm bedtime. As we didn’t leave the picnic until 8:30 had to drive home, get everyone unloaded from the truck, get cleaned up and do our bedtime routine. Needless to say it was a late night and a very early morning.
Saturday morning some friends of our kiddos came to play. So 8am as Chris was walking out the door for a meeting I was getting 3 more kids on top of my own. So I had a 7 year old, a 6 year old, two 4 year olds, a 2 year old and a 18 month old. Some people may call me crazy, heck I may have even thought it myself, but it really wasn’t all that bad the kiddos are really close in age and they play really well together. And besides my wonderful husband came home after his meeting to help me! After the extra kiddos left, Chris and I dropped off our 3 little men with their grandma to play for a little bit so we could go pick up the custard carts that we delivered on Thursday. We got to talk to some friends, and I got to get a orange shake-up and most importantly I got to talk to Chris in the truck without screaming over the kids.
Sunday morning we decided since the weather had warmed up and it was finally hot enough to be in our pool, why don’t we invite some people over for swimming and dinner. So after I had worked at our restaurant over lunch on Sunday, I came home and made a pasta bar for about 20 people. We all had a good time and after the last of the crew left (around 930) my house and mostly my kitchen was trashed and I had wet towels laying everywhere!
Monday then arrived with another extremely hot day so what did we do invite people over to swim again…Don’t get me wrong I love my pool and I love all our family and friends that have been over to swim the last several days, but my house was suffering horribly.
Yesterday I spent the day at our restaurant for meeting and to help my sister at the eye doctor so again nothing got done in the house because we didn’t get home until 7pm and then it was time for our bed time routine again.
I have a point I promise I am getting to it…
So my house was in desperate need of some TLC today. I spent the morning cuddling and playing with my two younger boys but about 10:30 I had to get Camdon ready for school. We had lunch and got everyone dressed and ready. We dropped him off and Cohen and I headed to run errands. We got home in time for some housework before it was time to pick the boys up from school at 2. So in the hour between errands and picking them up, I picked up the living room & dining room, picked up and cleaned the kitchen, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher was was able to get 3 loads of laundry folded and put away, 2 more into the washer and dryer all while a 2 year old was unfolding everything and screaming to watch Olaf, Elsa & Ana yet again.
After school I got food laid out for dinner, folded and put away 3 more loads of laundry and picked up the living room again before Chris got home and wanted to hit the pool before the storms came though.
So my question is, where is my “I’m proud of you”? My boys come home from school every day showing me homework or artwork and asking, “Mommy are you proud?’ And of course I always am (and if you had seen my oldest’s artwork you would understand why. But a little appreciation goes a long way…I didn’t get everything done in my house today that I wanted to get done, but I accomplished a lot in a very little time slot. I am not the perfect homemaker I know that, I hate to clean and I hate to fold laundry. But I love my boys and I love my husband and when my kids can recognize that the house was a crazy mess this morning and they came home from school and its not anymore, my “I’m proud of you” is hiding in there somewhere.
My point is moms, our homes don’t have to look like it came out of a magazine everyday. Most days its going to look like a tornado hit it. It’s ok to miss just for a second your pre-kid days, when you could clean the house and pick everything up and it was like that for a week until you cleaned it again. The days when you washed the windows and they stayed clean for more that 20 minutes. The days when it was just you and the hubby and you could do 2 loads of laundry for all your clothes and not have to do laundry again for days. It is ok to feel this way, because as soon as you think about it, one of your kiddos is gonna run up to you and need something or just give you a hug and you are going to remember why the finger prints on the glass, the dirty clothes laying everywhere, and the dishes piled in the sink are really not that big a deal and you wouldn’t trade lives back for anything.