With 3 kids and a very busy schedule life tends to feel like a runaway train some days. It is easy to get discouraged by all the things I "should" have done on any given day. I constantly have a mental to-do list running and all I ever manage to do is feel defeated and deflated at the end of each day. I think as moms, this struggle is probably not unfamiliar to you either. We all go through seasons of change and growth, however imperfect it may be - and sometimes those seasons last MUCH longer than we'd like.
Here is what I'm learning. It's OKAY. Profound, I know. Learning my limits and not being able to do it all - all the time is no reason to melt down or freak out. I am learning more and more how and when to say "no" to things that will only wear me out more and also to accept help. I still shudder at the never ending pile of laundry and unfinished home improvement projects, but I choose to believe my husband when he says it doesn't bother him.
I am relying more and more on finding a place of rest in the midst of my day because it is the most important, if not the most urgent part of it. Loving and living from a place of rest are not easy, but it has completely changed the environment in my home. My kids don't care or notice if I accomplished a certain number of tasks during the day but they most certainly notice if Momma is running around like a Banty Rooster (thanks, Marla) and melting down over every spill and mess.
I believe there are days meant to rest and not all days will be as productive as I'd like but that is no reason to become idle or defeated into laziness. It is all too appealing some days to feel like if I can't do it all, I shouldn't do anything which would only lead to more frustration and guilt. I am striving to work hard during the week, keeping balance a priority but never over-extending my strength, patience or abilities.
For us, that day is Sunday. For far too many years, I have used Sunday as another chance to catch up and get ahead. Squeezing every spare minute of production out of it and missing the chance to really enjoy my family and a slower pace. There is nothing quite like a nap on the couch with my sweet-hearted, snuggly six year old or 30 minutes lounging in the hammock with my handsome hubby. I have traded thousands of Sundays bonding with my family for a clean(er), tidy(er) house and shorter to-do list. Striving for perfection as a wife and mother has left me weary and empty. An immaculate house isn't a worthwhile trade for a thriving family with a Momma whose heart is happy and at peace.
So, I'm living for the easy pace of Sundays and saving my to-do list for Someday.