So much of my days are spent going, going, going. I wake up, lace up my Nike's and my day starts. Often times I don't sit down until long after daycare kids have left, which makes it time to fire up the lap top and put some words on the blog. Many times my days end with a long list of things left undone and my house only marginally clean. Some days I feel like I'm on fire and could do a million more things. Other days I barely hold my head above water.
This guilt that I feel is kind of like mom guilt, but more of a societal guilt. Society says the house should be cleaned, well organized,and decorated. I can easily say my house doesn't attract mice and bugs but it's not the cleanest house you'll step foot in. My three kids take care of that with no problem. My house is far from organized. The boy's room contains clothes that are a size too small for them. Going through their drawers and sorting the clothes into piles will take the better part of a day. It's not high on my To Do List. My house is decorated. With toys. I could work on these things. Society says I should work on these things. And there's where the guilt sets in. It's something I should do, but not something I make a priority.
All of these little things aren't a priority to the big things. I KNOW this. I believe this. Yet I still feel guilt. There's nothing I dislike more than feeling guilty for something silly. I could make a plan to get things done next Sunday when we'll likely have another relaxing day at home....but it's my birthday. So I'll just plan on the impending guilt that will hit Sunday night.