When I retired from my job, wait for it, almost 3 months ago, I had a plan. A plan how my days would go. A plan how I would get so much done, it would be amazing!
As I look back in the last 3 months, the plan didn’t necessary go as “planned.”
Why isn’t my house spotless?
Why do I not have a gourmet dinner prepared every night?
Why do I not look spectacular when my husband comes home from work every evening?
I have all the time in the world to make everything perfect.
Last week we had small group at my besties house.
Her beautiful, brand spanking newly renovated house and back yard. It’s a show stopper. It’s smelled so clean when I walked in. Everything had a place. It was immaculate and I immediately felt like a slacker.
So what’s the problem? Am I just not motivated enough to get everything done in a day that needs to get done? Well I don’t think so?
Sometimes I just need a little time to figure stuff out.
I’m seriously trying to reevaluate what life is all about and how to be ok with the “right now.” Am I the only one that struggles?
Not good enough?
Yesterday is a prime example.
Friday…….I love Friday.
Steve will be home for the weekend. We have big plans to finish a wall in the carport renovation. This means hard, dirty work outside in the blazing sun all day.
I make a mental list in my head all the things I want to get done on Friday so that I can be ready for the work day on Saturday.
I get ready and head out for some errands.
Ok that’s done.
I return home and have a list as long as my arm to complete. It’s date night ❤️
I walk in and hear a baby cry.
All I want it to hold him but the list is screaming in my head.
I have been “babysitting” every day for about an hour so that Courtney can either take a nap or do whatever she needs to do.
Me: “Do you want me to take him for a few minutes?”
Courtney: “sure I’ll be down in a a few minutes.”
I struggle with guilt as I know that I won’t get the laundry finished and the floors mopped before Steve gets home. So what can I do?
I’ll pick up and dust.
I’ll wipe down the kitchen counters and it will at least look clean.
Here comes the baby.
He’s snuggled in a blanket and fast asleep.
I could have laid him on the bed and continued my work.
Instead……. I sat on the couch and held this precious child. He won’t be 6 weeks and 4 days ever again. He won’t snuggle in a blanket for much longer.
I held him.
I looked at him and decided that for that moment I would sit. I would relish in the moment that if I worried about dirt, this moment would be gone.
Now he didn’t sleep for long and later in the day we went to dinner with Pops (Steve) and he was an angel.
Housework and chores will be there FOR-EV-ER. People will not.
Happy Saturday friends.
Do you need to chill the heck out today?