Just the same, I still strive to make home a place my husband wants to come home too. I still greet him at the door with a kiss and a smile on my face. I still have something planned for dinner, even if my husband has to help cook the food a little more these days. I still keep on the laundry and grocery shopping, so that my husband is always clothed and well fed. But I’ve let the carpets and bathrooms get quite dirty. I just can’t keep up on everything.
Although I often feel discouraged when I look around the house, I’m so thankful that my husband is giving me a bit of grace these days. He understands that I have less energy overall, and just can’t bend over as easily. He understands that the house will just have to be less than perfect from now on. In fact, he really doesn’t care. He’s just happy to be home, with me.
It’s my own perfectionism that has set these unrealistic standards. It’s because of my perfectionism that I often beat myself up for not finishing all the tasks on my lists. It’s not my husband. It’s me.
I know when this child comes I’ll have to embrace a new type of lifestyle. Even then the house will never be as perfect as I want it to be. But even then, I still want my husband to come home to a slightly messy house filled with love and peace.
How I’m going to accomplish this, I don’t quite now, but I do know it will involve a lot of prayer.
How do you deal with all of the daily tasks around the house? How do you balance it all, without going crazy? Have you found any verses that encourage you?