My bologna has a first name! It’s O-S-C-A-R!
That golden oldie jingle popped into my head recently. (It sticks with you for daaaays. So… sorry ’bout that! ;))
Last minute cancelled plans with a dear friend left us lamenting over all the things life requires us to balance and HOW OH HOW do we prioritize?!
No doubt about it, we BOTH would have preferred to spend the afternoon chatting and sipping coffee as our kiddos entertained one another. It would have been SO NICE to take a much-needed break from sticky dishes, piled-up laundry, and hunting for the furniture that had lovely notes written in dust.
But today was not that day. Today…
My laundry has a first name! It’s F-A-M-I-L-Y!
My clean bathroom has a first name! It’s M-E!
Ok. so that last one doesn’t quite roll off the vocal chords like the first one, but you’re starting to pick up what I’m laying down.
I absolutely LOVE all the Mommy Tribe support that gives us parents permission to check perfection at the door. I have long traded my weekly house cleaning schedule for sweet snuggles and impromptu dance parties and I wouldn’t change that for the world. But sometimes, just sometimes…
Those household tasks HAVE to take center stage.
Not because we’re in competition for the cleanest and most organized home. Not because we have something to prove to our pre-baby selves.
But because we do those things FOR our families and FOR ourselves.
We all have a breaking point when neglecting the upkeep of a home transforms into ugly unrest and chaos. Pretty soon, not being able to find a certain pair of pants manifests into preventable stress and anxiety. Walking around with our eyes closed to the corner dust bunnies eventually leads to bruised limbs and cluttered brain space.
There IS a sense of peace and rest that comes with a tidy space and an empty sink. Drawers full of clean folded laundry can help us exhale, and as a result, allows us to be more attentive to the PEOPLE in our lives. It gives THEM the gift of a more peaceful momma- which is far more important than spotless floors.
It can be annoying to decline fun invitations in the name of house duties. It’s tempting to push off those responsibilities in the name of Imperfect and Proud of it!
But, as we reunite with the vacuum and listen to the whirr of the washing machine, it helps to remember…
My Laundry Has a First Name.