At the beginning of the week I have fantastic intentions. I am excited, motivated, full of possibilities, and wonder at what the week will bring and what I will achieve. Come the end of the week, I’m tired, bemused, and struggling to work out how I didn’t manage to get some of the stuff on my list done again!! The things on my list, include; weeding, watering the garden, washing the windows, wiping down the bench with actual disinfectant rather than just a damp cloth. I have dreams of getting that electric fence pulled down properly, the hose coiled beautifully, the gumboots all tidied up and sitting in pairs along the wall. I need to tidy up where the kids keep their stuff so that their stuff can be put back where it’s supposed to be rather than all over the lawn. I want the rubbish bags taken away, the dog poo picked up, the thistles removed from the lawn …. Who I am kidding? It’s not lawn it’s just dried out dirt and scratchy twigs because I haven’t managed to even get around to regularly watering it ….
And then I remember, that I’m in the house when the kids come in the door, I’m there to pick them up from school and the bus, on the days that they take it home. I remember that on a Friday, my preschooler doesn’t cope with doing jobs at the end of the week, due to extreme tiredness and over-stimulation, so I allow him a home day, which often means that nothing else happens. I remember that we’re all tired at the end of the day, and when kids are tired they are ratty at each other and with me. I remember that they don’t often get the chance to just be themselves in their own space and do all the things that they choose to do, rather than being instructed here, there and everywhere by their well-meaning parents and teachers. I remember that sometimes I just need a moment to sit down and flick channels without feeling guilty about not having done something on a list. I remember that my hubby and I, every now and again, need to have a cuddle on the couch. My friends deserve a little bit of my time as well, and I mostly remember that in a perfect world, everything would be done, but since there is no such thing as a perfect world then next week will be good enough for those things on my list.