Lately my prayers have sounded a lot like this:
“Lord, I don’t know what to do.”
Super spiritual, I know.
Some days I get up and look around me and instead of feeling grateful and blessed I feel let down by my family and overwhelmed by all the stuff I see and feel. Messes everywhere, Relationships on edge. Emotions frayed. To-do lists a mile long. Today a dog ate last night’s leftovers off the counter…and will probably barf soon. Another dog is in the process of pulling out her broken toe-nail (gross). 2/3 kids wet the bed in the wee hours of the morning, & hubs and I went to bed spitting nails and didn’t wake up much better. Some mornings are awesome, aren’t they?
Sometimes the grace the is supposed to come new every morning feels more like a freight train threatening to run me over. And sometimes I want to let it.
But instead, I do what you all probably do – suck it up and soldier on. I pour another cup of coffee, say a quick, “Jesus take the wheel” prayer, and dive into the day as best I can.
But there’s a problem living life this way, isn’t there? Each day it leaves your heart a little more depleted, and your resolve a little less…resolvey. I don’t know about you but I’m tired of a half-hearted approach to life. I’m ready for a change.
I want to make this crazy house a peaceful home.
Over the next few weeks I am going to blog about my efforts to get life at the Mitchell house under control. School starts in a few weeks, and it is high time to get our ish together, if you know what I mean. I have do delusions of Pinterest-esque grandeur, but I really think that I can dig deep and start carving out a better path for my family. You’ve heard the phrases, “The woman is the heart of the home” and “If momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy” I am sure…and I am here to tell you that – like it or not – they’re totally true.
It would be a whole lot easier if we could just pass the buck and the blame off on someone else, but the reality is that at some point, we wanted this crazy. We invited it in – the kids, the mortgage, the pets, the workload, the laundry – and now here it is day after day, and it is up to us to make it the best crazy train it can be.
Here’s praying that I come out the other side of this with a better grasp on things. Because let’s be honest – I’m going to have to be committed soon if things don’t shape up around here, hahaha.
*SEE ALSO: Managing My Moments
I took some time with the help of my hubby and my grandma to fix up my downstairs (see the unfortunate photo below).
What used to look like a room that a thrift store had thrown up in now looks like a clean, organized, guest area. AH, THE SERENITY!
Cheers to cleanliness! (And to sooooo many toys being stashed under the house and out of sight while my kids were gone out of the house for a bit).