It’s not easy to find contentment at home every day. When your job is to be home and tend to things…you find fault with the company now and then. Especially, when the good ol’ monthly hormones visit and tell you that “everything is wrong, wrong, wrong!”
We visit a new friend and perhaps their house is really, very nice. The paint colors are better, the garden is almost professional, the wood floors are perfect. Then we go home to our weird paint colors we created ourselves from mixing old paints in the shed. We look at our shody floors that the handymen didn’t do properly and has large gaps and we can’t get the handyman back to fix it. It’s actually a big hub a lub and you reported them to the BBB and haven’t heard back from them either.
Your garden may have started out great and ended with a wah wah wah.
Sometimes your children may humiliate you in public or just make socializing a challenge. To all you new mothers; once the baby is born you can forget about ever finishing a complete sentence until the child goes off to college.
Sometimes we get clothes donated from other mothers and it is a mystery how their children’s clothes have not a stain…you wonder, “did these children play outside? Did they eat jelly or dark foods?”
We are invited to dinner at another house and the food is so delicious and creative and the last dinner we recall was beans and rice…actually, it may seem that is all your house eats. That and PB and J’s.
The list and thoughts go on. It’s best to just not go out or watch any media so you save yourself the heartache of comparison. But that is not realistic. We socialize, we watch stuff online.
I get worked up about things in my home. My children can become irritants very fast, my home displeases me at times. I can feel shaby and taky very fast.
What works for me, at least, is to go into a nice home and, instead of comparing or becoming displeased with what we have, I get ideas for the future. I find new colors and furniture ideas, new ways to rearrange our house or new ways to fix our yards. the world is filled with ideas to be used and enjoyed.
I want things done like yesterday. It’s a challenge for me to be in the moment and plan out into the future. But then I remember that the journey is the fun part. The planning and saving, having the goals and building the dream. The end is usually the boring part.
The more I bring myself back to the moment the more I embrace the small things. The more we learn to live with less, the more we enjoy the littlest things.
For example; I love going to bed at night. I feel accomplished and good about most days. There are always the days that are complete flops but most are good. I love feeling tired and having a soft bed and getting that pillow just right. I love my windows open to hear the crickets.
And mornings, I LOVE mornings. My two cups of delicious coffee and making plans for the day. I’m a housewife and that affords me freedoms most don’t have. I can watch a movie with my coffee and fold laundry. I sometimes save a weeks worth of laundry so I can fold for a good 30 minutes and feel productive while watching part of a movie. I can play in my garden. I can write part of a novel. I can choose to make a batch of food from scratch and have a big baking day or just roll out a homemade pizza and keep it simple.
These are not hard task. I love to do these chores. I even enjoy cleaning because I feel mentally balanced afterwards. I love when my house is scrubbed clean and smells fresh. I love when everything is in it’s place. Being organized saves time and sanity. I love doing a huge purge and the house thanks me as it stretches out in the new spaces and I have gifted others with, new to them, dresses and furnishings.
So, who cares if the house isn’t fabulous and the gardens won’t be gracing any magazine covers soon, I’m happy in my funky, shabby world. I don’t clock in, answer to a boss, or commute. I can work and play all day.