Dear sweet family of mine,
I write to you from complete exhaustion. Cameron, I am so happy that you got to go to the Fair yesterday with your friend. Courtnie, I am thrilled you got to see Miley Cyrus in concert last night! Colton, the weather was an absolute blessing; you spent almost the entire day yesterday outside playing. And Jason, I'm so happy your favorite teams won their football games yesterday and I am sorry you lost in one of your Fantasy Football leagues by one point.
Let me take this moment to let you know all of the fun things I did yesterday - got up and fed you breakfast, cleaned up your mess from breakfast, bought groceries for us all to eat, helped put those groceries away, fed you lunch, cleaned up your mess from lunch, packed Tynzlie's things away and took her home, re-cleaned the kitchen since my dear family forgot to complete that task, started laundry and completed 4 loads (washed, dried and folded), made dinner, fed you dinner, cleaned up your mess from dinner. This also includes getting my self showered and dressed, getting several of you dressed and presentable, doing hair, reminding you multiple times throughout the day to pick your things up, to stop running in and out of the house, to work together to solve your problems.
Let me clarify... I am not writing all this to say I did
everything around the house. Maybe you did something I happened to miss or maybe you just didn't realize all that Mom was doing. But family, I'm tired. It was my Sunday too and it came and went so quickly and my break finally came at 8pm when I finished my shower and crawled into bed.
The mess and crumbs on the kitchen floor, not mine. The food pressed into the grout and stuck to the sides of the baseboards, not mine. The toothpaste smeared all over the bathroom mirror, sink, counter and cabinets, not mine. The socks and shoes, toys, clothes, and blankets scattered throughout the house, not mine. The leaves and twigs pressed into the carpet and crumbled on the tile, not mine.
I write this to let you know, Mom is going to use this week as her Sunday (or Sundays rather). I'm tired of cleaning up your mess. I did go ahead and sweep and mop the kitchen floor this morning. I did not however get on my hands and knees (like I normally do every Monday) and clean the grout and baseboards. I did wash and dry the towels. I also made the bed! But after this, I'm officially off duty for the week. I will continue to make you breakfast and dinner! But you are making your own lunches (I heard that sigh!). You are also going to clean up your own mess and I am not sorry if this means you have to get on your hands and knees to do so.
I also plan to take a nap today. Please don't call me during this precious time, it comes so rarely these days. I'm also going to have a Dr. Pepper today and some chocolate. I know I recently told you I was going to give these things up and I truly do want to lose those 5 lbs. But I think I might splurge and indulge myself in a new pair of jeans, even if they are a size bigger than last year's.
I say all of this because I LOVE YOU! I want you to learn to take care of yourself and maybe in the process to recognize how much you don't have to do. I think sometimes it's hard to see just how much your Mom takes care of you because things are always done - the house is always clean, your clothes are always laundered, the food is always on the table. But family just as much as you appreciate all this, that appreciation needs to be shown. I try to be humble and do that silent service we are called to do and I understand this is my "job" and its what I want to do most in life. (This job is quite rewarding!) There are some days though that just aren't quite fair. It's very discouraging to see all of you have fun and relax while I continue to work around the house. Just as you need a break from your weekly routine and a time to yourself, so does Mom. Please keep this in mind while you watch TV and play outside and you see Mom still cleaning. Please keep this in mind when Mommy escapes to the bathroom for a moment of silence. Hey maybe you could even cook me dinner one night soon?
As I close this letter to you, I'm getting up to put the chairs and bar stools back in the kitchen. I'm going to sign and read all those papers you've left on the kitchen counter for me. I'll also unload the dishwasher. And Colton, I promise to feed you lunch! But that's about it for my Monday to-do list.
I love you all,
Mom