Now, I have almost 11 years under my belt (that's crazy, scary, and even a little depressing!)...three kids instead of one...and, somehow, here I am asking myself basically those same questions! Why can't I keep my house
Now, don't get me wrong...I've figured out how to survive over the years...and some days are way better than others. I've learned to let a lot (if not all) of my perfectionism go out the window...my expectations are for sure lower than they were when I first became a mom...I've learned that it's okay to do the simple short-cuts (sometimes sandwiches or cereal nights are ok!)...I've learned that if I rotate well enough (one day to focus on groceries....one day to tackle all of the laundry...one day to quickly "hit" all of the house with a basic cleaning...one day to just be out, playing with the kids), then I can at least keep up appearances of having it together. And that's with the consistent help/understanding of my husband! (I cannot imagine how single moms feel...) But inside, it still feels as if I am juggling a thousand balls and waiting for not one, but all of them, to come crashing down all around me. No matter the small "survivor" victories I obtain, I find myself still longing for the balance that I just can't seem to completely find.
So, I'm asking again...what am I missing?! How do you "veteran moms" do it? And how to you do it an maintain the joy of being a keeper of the home while trying to balance all of the "balls" life so often throws your way?