True Confessions

May I confess?

There is a huge stain in the schoolroom/playroom carpet that I have been trying to get rid of for a year with no luck, not even a fading of the stain. A tub of dried up soapy water and a sponge sit near it on the floor--one day I'll spend an hour scrubbing it again.

Whenever I make a strict homeschool schedule, within 3 days, we're completely off of it. Loose schedules are more my thing.

Sometimes meal planning involves standing in front of the refrigerator at 3:00 p.m. trying to figure out what ingredients I can pull together for dinner--can left over chicken be mixed with banana cream yogurt to make something yummy?

There are some flower pots with dead flowers in my yard--too busy and too hot to water everything. It seemed like a good idea in March, when it was a non-humid 70 degrees.

We didn't finish the spelling book this year--and we are 2 lessons short on the vocabulary workbook. But my daughter can text with near-perfect spelling.

My children stay up late--sometimes way late (past 11 p.m.kind of late)

I look around the house at things that need repairing and replacing and stress, which I shouldn't do. Although, new kitchen cabinets would be nice.

There is a tub with Christmas decorations in the guest room that just needs to be put behind the attic door (about 4 feet away)--why don't I just have the kids put it away? (Well, 5 more months and it will b time to use the stuff again.)

When I wear a nice shirt and pants my daughter asks, "Where did you get that?" because it's not a shirt with bleach spots or grease stains.

My children, even 9 years apart, do bicker.

On occasion I have turned into a screaming alien creature with bulging eyes and a screeching voice. Which was followed by texting my husband to see if he could come home for lunch--early--right then and there.

I leave things piled up on the stairs to take upstairs, then don't take it when I go up there.

There have been times when I've searched for the warning light that goes off in the house signaling when I have entered the shower and simultaneously prompting at least one child to advance on the bathroom to find out where they might find the peanut butter.

My confession isn't an attempt to self-criticize, it is an acceptance of who I am.
God provided 10 Commandments--not one of them mentions a strict homeschool schedule, a perfectly clean home, the perfectly coiffed hair and make up.

I'm starting to enjoy not being perfect--I'm starting to let it add humor to my life rather than stress.

I hope you will enjoy being the person God made you to be!