I have to stop comparing.
I see people building businesses, going to school–following dreams and I feel like I need to do more.
But in reality, I am running on fuses most days, until I cuddle up next to my best friend every night.
Dealing with fleas, kids that hide homework, working odd jobs, and even though I can’t keep up, I feel as though it’s not enough and I need to try and do more.
Realizing that I am prioritizing what I need to. I quit my job in December because I was giving my all to work and had nothing to offer the boys or my marriage. I am doing what I need to to be home and suck up all the time I can with them–to keep them safe and fed.
It’s not what I had planned or where I thought I’d be, but I wouldn’t trade it.
I feel like the world’s grossest person right now.
Our house isn’t perfect, but we’re not hoarder status any more–even when we had our room that was hoarder status, we never had problems with so many pests.
We had an ant problem when we moved in the first week, dealt with it and now they are back. Plus, we’re 99.99% sure we have fleas and we don’t have pets!
How does that even happen!?
Thanks to the minis for unpacking their lunch containers in their room, leaving breakfast sausage (from who knows when), and misc other food items all over their room, we have ants in their room again. Said ants have now begun migrating to the living room, as I saw a few the other day on the coffee table in the living room.
We’re not gross people. I am not saying our house looks like a magazine or that we could have company drop by at any time and it not look like we’re fighting to stay on top of stuff, but come on…
I don’t understand it. I am dreaming of an igloo for a home right about now.
I feel like that cartoon character, where they’ve reached their limit and something bad is about to happen… “Mommy…”
Happy weekend, folks.