This has been one of those weeks at our house. I’ve felt overwhelmed, overworked, and under-appreciated. I came home a few nights ago after grocery shopping at 10 PM (so that I could sneak out without any kids in tow), and after finally unloading the trunk full of groceries noticed that my kitchen was a disaster. Not only had I cooked dinner, couponed a crazy good deal for that meal, and then gone out and shopped again, but my family had left their dishes out, their shoes everywhere (the shoes are driving me nuts in our house!), and right smack dab in the middle of my kitchen was a set of drums. Seriously?
I was mad. Really mad. I felt stomped all over, hurt, and angry. I managed to get those groceries put away, clean up the kitchen, and put away all the shoes. As I put those shoes away, God tugged on my heart. I had no less than eighteen shoes in my entry way. . . my kids have abundance. I had a set of drums that littered my kitchen. . . I have three precious children who are healthy and love to beat on a drum. I had a load of dishes in the sink to put away. . . our home is filled with plenty and all of my family is well provided for.
Guess maybe I shouldn’t be so mad.
My heart changed, I packed my husband’s lunch for work, and vowed to do better the next day. In truth, I’m not sure I did much better at all. I still got frustrated with all the summer clutter in our home, still nagged my kids too much, and once again stood far from the woman I’d like to be. But, somewhere in the back of my head I remembered that what matters right now isn’t the clutter and the craziness, but rather the people that hide behind it. So, I’m really going to work to remember to appreciate these ones, and maybe a few of you might join me too.
And on a VERY far side note, I have to share a few fun pictures of my crazies. Since I don’t spend the money that I make from blogging, my hubby and I decided it was okay to splurge on a fancy camera (especially to take food photos). Here’s a peek at some sweet pictures of the tornadoes that run through my home each day . . .
Do you know how hard it is to be mad at a face like that? If you’re a momma, I know you understand! If you’ve had a rough week enjoying the messes that go through your home, I’d love to hear your thoughts . . . I’m pretty sure we’re all in this one together.