A picture of feet
My house is such a mess.
I bet more women wake up with that thought than anything else.
I've been walking around trying to organize stuff. I have Alex's camping things to put away and
I just swept the pet hair off the floor.
If you came to my home and you knew my family...you would think it was going to be perfectly clean and organized. However.... I was not born with that gene.
I was walking around this morning and it was as if I could hear the words of my mom and grandmother and mother in law, who are now in heaven, as they would tell me what a mess and that I need to clean and declutter my house.....etc....etc.... I'm laughing as I tell my husband this and then I looked up and said, "shhhhh...... this is how I stay married".
I told my husband that he is very lucky that I found God, because I would be the crazy screaming lady, that I was before, who has this idea that if I don't keep it perfect, I'm a failure.
I would have continued being the mom who yelled at her kids and expected them to keep rooms perfect and not bring anything in the living room and stay off the couch and go outside so the house stays perfect. Instead of changing and becoming the lego mom with tents in the living room watching star wars or Apollo 13. Who had butcher paper on the table for coloring and playdough.
I wish I'd have found God sooner so I would have been a better mom sooner.
It is a beautiful but humid day outside.
I'm going to continue working on my messy, homey, precious, house and hope it looks better when I'm done than worse. I keep almost everything. I love the story behind the things I have. I'm just a sentimental person. I can no more change that than the position of my birthmark. It is how I'm built.
It also makes me a person with a big heart. There is good and bad in that also. In the last few years I have had to learn not to be a people pleaser. I have had to learn to keep my peace. I have had to learn to NOT care what others think. That one is a hard one. But....I'm doing pretty good.
I have had to learn to have NO expectations. That one gets easy after a while and makes a HUGE difference in having a good life.
The thing I struggle with the most now, is how to deal with a world that isn't kind. How to get back into the saddle of friendships and community when everyone has their walls up.
I like my bubble. It is safe and predictable. It is easy to stay in my bubble. But...after a while, you start to feel like you don't have much of a life. You start to become a prisoner in your pretty safe bubble. Weighing the options of leaving for a moment here and there to enter into the world, seems like a lot of work and way to stressful to be worth it.
I think this is how a lot of the world thinks right now. Depression is so common now, that it's scary.
Children are having issues with depression as if it's an epidemic.
I had depression as a child because I didn't feel safe. No one was protecting me.
I think most kids feel that way now.
I see posts online about how this generation is spoiled and too sensitive.
The kids today were not raised on a farm with the responsibilities of the children from years ago.
Children then had to do work for survival. Children died from things we don't die from now.
Children lived through hardships that made them harder. It was a different world. The children now have their own hard issues to deal with. Children have clicks or gangs and hold them close as if it is life or death to lose that safety net.
I think....if we went back to living on a farm with animals and having home school and co-op communities for children. The world would be healthier mentally and physically.
Just an idea. I hope we figure something out soon.
It is hard to see so many people struggling and angry.
On a good note...
I sent a picture of feet to my children this morning.
I called the picture "morning feet" and I circled my foot and my husbands foot.
Put a little weird in your day. It will keep you silly and makes you smile.
Big Hug
shannon
I bet more women wake up with that thought than anything else.
I've been walking around trying to organize stuff. I have Alex's camping things to put away and
I just swept the pet hair off the floor.
If you came to my home and you knew my family...you would think it was going to be perfectly clean and organized. However.... I was not born with that gene.
I was walking around this morning and it was as if I could hear the words of my mom and grandmother and mother in law, who are now in heaven, as they would tell me what a mess and that I need to clean and declutter my house.....etc....etc.... I'm laughing as I tell my husband this and then I looked up and said, "shhhhh...... this is how I stay married".
I told my husband that he is very lucky that I found God, because I would be the crazy screaming lady, that I was before, who has this idea that if I don't keep it perfect, I'm a failure.
I would have continued being the mom who yelled at her kids and expected them to keep rooms perfect and not bring anything in the living room and stay off the couch and go outside so the house stays perfect. Instead of changing and becoming the lego mom with tents in the living room watching star wars or Apollo 13. Who had butcher paper on the table for coloring and playdough.
I wish I'd have found God sooner so I would have been a better mom sooner.
It is a beautiful but humid day outside.
I'm going to continue working on my messy, homey, precious, house and hope it looks better when I'm done than worse. I keep almost everything. I love the story behind the things I have. I'm just a sentimental person. I can no more change that than the position of my birthmark. It is how I'm built.
It also makes me a person with a big heart. There is good and bad in that also. In the last few years I have had to learn not to be a people pleaser. I have had to learn to keep my peace. I have had to learn to NOT care what others think. That one is a hard one. But....I'm doing pretty good.
I have had to learn to have NO expectations. That one gets easy after a while and makes a HUGE difference in having a good life.
The thing I struggle with the most now, is how to deal with a world that isn't kind. How to get back into the saddle of friendships and community when everyone has their walls up.
I like my bubble. It is safe and predictable. It is easy to stay in my bubble. But...after a while, you start to feel like you don't have much of a life. You start to become a prisoner in your pretty safe bubble. Weighing the options of leaving for a moment here and there to enter into the world, seems like a lot of work and way to stressful to be worth it.
I think this is how a lot of the world thinks right now. Depression is so common now, that it's scary.
Children are having issues with depression as if it's an epidemic.
I had depression as a child because I didn't feel safe. No one was protecting me.
I think most kids feel that way now.
I see posts online about how this generation is spoiled and too sensitive.
The kids today were not raised on a farm with the responsibilities of the children from years ago.
Children then had to do work for survival. Children died from things we don't die from now.
Children lived through hardships that made them harder. It was a different world. The children now have their own hard issues to deal with. Children have clicks or gangs and hold them close as if it is life or death to lose that safety net.
I think....if we went back to living on a farm with animals and having home school and co-op communities for children. The world would be healthier mentally and physically.
Just an idea. I hope we figure something out soon.
It is hard to see so many people struggling and angry.
On a good note...
I sent a picture of feet to my children this morning.
I called the picture "morning feet" and I circled my foot and my husbands foot.
Put a little weird in your day. It will keep you silly and makes you smile.
Big Hug
shannon
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