Every Time a Dish Goes Unwashed, A Mommy Gets Her Wings

I shouldn’t be doing this. Right now. Typing this blog post. But I am since I just need one moment to put all of these swimming fishes of thoughts into one place, and share them. I don’t need a therapist, I have a blog.

There are a few things that drive me insane: a dirty house and not having a to-do list that has lots of checkmarks and inspiring ideas top that list.

Right now I am peering across my kitchen counter scattered with craft projects in mid-process, dishes from lunches gone by (like way by), and a to-do list that seems to be stuck on stupid. I write something down with the full intention of doing it, but the act of committing it to paper seems to be eating up the brain cells that are supposed to be getting the job done.

I need to catch up on laundry, and should probably consider washing my baby.

Having gotten sick of the grocery store, I haven’t been shopping since I got all the fixings for Christmas Eve. Unless the Mister and I want to split one sad, leftover hamburger covered in soy sauce and ranch dressing I should probably consider doing something about that.

The cold water knob to the sink in the master bath started leaking the other day. Drip, drip, dripping into a bowl as I lay there at midnight too exhausted to continue working, yet too wired to actually fall asleep. Out of fear for what the cause may be, and how much that will cost us, the Mister and I have joined forces to not speak of it for now.

The paperwork for a gym membership I was given for Christmas is sitting in my office. Waiting to be used like a pair of itchy, argyle socks that Aunt June may or may not have regifted to you this Christmas.

Mothers of the world- I stand in awe of you. What you do everyday, and the changes in life that you must learn to accept, these are the things that make a mother. I thought the sleepless nights would be my biggest challenge as a new parent, however I am starting to believe that it is regaining control of everything while I am awake that will be my crowning achievement.

My mini-mommy support group, made up of fabulous women who I love and respect, have all told me repeatedly that I am going to have to let it all go. There is no such thing as a clean house when you’re a mom. Agendas and to-do lists are for everyone else, not you anymore sis. To this I smiled and internally quipped, “yeah, right.” Turns out ya’ll might be right.