Hey there, Sister!
I see your laundry room that is waist deep in dirty clothes and the dishes strewn out all over the kitchen counter from last night. And don’t think I didn’t notice the food that is still stuck to the table from breakfast or the crumbs on the floor from lunch. And those piles of clothes that still folded? Or even washed? I noticed. I also noticed that you didn’t make dinner from scratch, nor was there a vegetable on anyone’s plate. Gasp! You can’t hide any of that from me. Nope!
That’s because my house looks the same as yours. In fact, in just under ten minutes, my husband will be walking through the backdoor and with one quick look around, he is going to assume I slept until noon, spent the rest of my afternoon watching soap operas and talk shows while wearing a two-day old t-shirt with a box of Twinkies and a bag of potato chips in my lap. And from the looks of the cat hair tumbleweeds and dust bunnies rolling by, it would appear that way; except the t-shirt is not two-days old. It is indeed clean because I found it in the clean clothes pile that has been sitting in our bedroom far too long. Housewife fail. And it wasn’t Twinkies and a bag of chips I had earlier, but rather just a bag of powder sugar donuts. Whoops! Diet fail. And dinner? It was something I pulled out of the freezer, put in the oven, and brought straight to the dinner table. I will even be serving it on paper plates. Sigh.
But you know what? It’s okay. Because none of us are perfect. None of us have it all together.
But we still sometimes beat ourselves up for this don’t we. ladies? We make ourselves feel guilty for not always looking great with our hair perfectly in place while wearing our “I can do everything” Wonder Woman cape. We manage to convince ourselves that our cooking isn’t good enough. Our cleaning isn’t clean enough. Our decorating isn’t cute enough. And that our lives are not organized enough. But you know what? It is. And if we really thought about it, we would be able to admit that not every day looks like this one. Not all of our outfits consist of our husbands basketball shorts and baggy t-shirts.
Because there are days when we do fix our hair, put on make-up and dress cute. There are days when we get everything done and we don’t have to keep “fluffing” the jeans that were left in the dryer or rewash the towels that we keep forgetting in the washer. There are days when the toilet is sparkling and the floors are spotless. Or when the dirty dishes are not strewn all over the house and the contents of the refrigerator do not look like that of a science experiment. There are even days when we actually use the vacuum cleaner instead of just plugging it in and walking away (that’s me). And there are days when we fold the towels and not just leave them on the couch, but actually put them away. There are even days when we have dinner ready on time and it’s not just frozen pizza. Yes, there are days like that.
So to you the exhausted wife, who is reading this now, give yourself the gift of grace if today is just not one of those days. Give yourself permission to not be the “perfect” housewife or feel the pressure to have the picture perfect house. And let go of the feeling that you need to get everything on the ‘to-do’ list done before it’s bedtime. And release the nasty feeling you have that who you are and what you look like, dress like, or cook like isn’t good enough either. Because it is. You are enough.
Because sister, you are still awesome whether the house is neat and tidy or messy and unorganized. You are still beautiful in your two-day old t-shirt, messy hair and unplucked eyebrows. You are still a wonderful person if the laundry hamper is full, or you don’t cook like your Grandmother, or if the dishes remain in the sink for another day. So take a deep breath in…and now out. Because no one is perfect. No one has it all together all of the time. And no one is always wearing their Wonder Woman cape.
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