I am a hypocrite.
Dyed-in-the-wool. Die-hard. Deep-seated.
Perhaps you’ve seen my work:
“You’re your own worst critic. You look great!”
“You deserve it! Do something nice for yourself.”
“Don’t worry about it, girl… I’m coming to see you, not your house.” (This one is my personal favorite.)
You may not recognize this as hypocrisy, because these encouraging words aren’t hypocritical at all… until you’re armed with the fact that I scoff when someone else (usually my husband) offers these words of encouragement to me.
In my house, word of an unexpected visit can bring my entire family to its collective knees. Keep reading
Sometimes I come home at the end of the day, look around the house, and ask “So what did you do all day?” And when I ask myself that, I’m usually at a loss for an explanation. Because I know I did something. And I know I stayed busy. But I’ll be darned if I can list the things I did.
As I was reading a friend’s blog entry yesterday, I was reminded of a time about a year ago that I was bogged down in the sense that I would never, ever catch up. I knew I had a to-do list, but in spite of my crazy-busy days, it never seemed to get any shorter. And reading her blog reminded me of a trick I used then to convince myself that I really, truly accomplish things during my days. Keep reading
If you’re keeping score, here’s the summary:
- We moved to a small town where life moves a little slower
- I have vowed not to multi-task my way through life anymore
- My youngest child just started kindergarten
- I’m trying to be a good mom, just not at the expense of my sanity
- I haven’t posted in more than a week
Probably seems a little disjointed, but stick with me for a minute.
About two weeks ago, when the trauma of sending my youngest to school was finally subsiding a bit, I was reminded that I prefer company. Keep reading