Yeah, that's not me. In my head it is. In my head I have a garage I'm not embarrassed to open and laundry that isn't pouring out of baskets in the hallway. In my head, my minivan doesn't spawn empty water bottles and occasionally have "My brother eats buggers" written on the dirty window. In my head, life is perfect. Too bad we can't live in my head, eh?
So how do I come to terms with the fact that I am NEVER going to be Martha Freaking Stewart? There's a big part of me that feels like I should live up to these completely unrealistic expectations. Then there's part of me who wants to curl up on the couch and watch copious amounts of garbage TV. Right now it's really easy to use the pregnancy induced exhaustion as an excuse not to be more on the ball, but that's all it is - an excuse. I
Here's the reality, though: I am an involved mom. I know my kids' friends. I know what they're watching on TV (except the super hero stuff. That's David's domain.). I know their teachers, schedules, and homework. I check up on my teen's Facebook account on a regular basis. I go on field trips, attend the parent-teacher-committee-association-organization-whatever meetings. I help with graduation slide shows and vacation Bible school. If there's a school or Scout function, man, I am there. (In part because if I am there I don't have to be home... cleaning.)
So maybe I've traded Martha Freaking Stewart for... awareness? And maybe I'm not wired to be both an uber organized mom and an aware mom? Is one better than the other? Hard to say, really. I'm sure it's less stressful to be a Martha than juggler.
Regardless, I should do the dishes and clean the kitchen and do the laundry and clean the dining room before my husband gets home... we have a First Communion party on Saturday and I've been so busy at school today, I haven't do much of anything to get ready for it!