Tonight, I am writing in my nightgown while listening to Abba. “Dancing Queen…..”
I am actually singing with Abba. I am sorry you had to miss that.
My hair is wet because I just walked the dog in the rain, and I could not find the umbrella.
But the dog will still probably get me up at 3am because he refuses to poop when it’s raining.
I don’t blame him. I would not want to poop in the rain either.
There are still dirty dishes in my sink from Saturday and Sunday.
I “made” a frozen pizza for dinner.
And except for opening the oven to insert the pizza, I have not completed one household task today.
But do you know what?
I don’t feel guilty.
There was a time when I would have felt incredibly guilty and depressed that I can’t do it all.
Work a 8-10 hour day, workout, help take care of our house, dog and give my husband the attention he deserves, and be a stepmom every weekend from 6pm on Friday to 6pm on Sunday.
But I can’t expect myself to be perfect.
And my husband does not expect me to be perfect.
And more importantly God does not expect me to be perfect.
I am only human.
And there are some days you just have to choose.
Choose the most important things and just know the dishes will be there tomorrow.
Tomorrow is a new day.
And my husband would rather spend the evening watching a Duck Dynasty marathon with me than have a clean kitchen.
I have a some art work hanging in my kitchen that is a great reminder when the dishes seem to be overwhelming.
“And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” 2 Cor 12:9
Speaking of Duck Dynasty, Joe just said (in his best southern drawl), “Ms. Rene’, it’s time for bed.”