I don’t have any kids. I have a husband. And I have two cats. We live in a one bedroom apartment. I don’t pay my own cell phone bill. I get to go to work unshowered and wearing workout clothes. And I can walk there. I sleep 8 hours almost every night. And take a nap almost everyday. My husband puts gas in my car when it needs it. I do laundry for two people every Sunday. I am responsible for keeping 1,000 square feet clean. I have machines that wash most of my dishes and clothes for me. Aside from occasionally setting out food for them to eat, my husband and cats are pretty self sustaining.
I promise I’m going somewhere with this. My point is that my life really is quite simple. I don’t have an overwhelming amount of responsibility. So why is it that I’m constantly behind on ALL these things? Why does my apartment continually look like a frat house? Why are we late to church every. single. Sunday? Why can I never remember to take our trash can to the curb on Wednesday morning? And why does it stay at the curb until Saturday when I finally remember to put it away? Why is our bed never made? Why is there always a tower of dishes in my sink? How can I go grocery shopping every week and NEVER KNOW WHAT TO COOK FOR DINNER? And why oh why must I always fold LAST week’s laundry every Sunday before I can start THIS week’s laundry?!
Because I’m busy! I’m busy doing fun things. I’m busy laying on the couch with my husband. I’m busy lifting weights. I’m busy reading (another) Karen Kingsbury book. I’m busy writing this blog post. I’m busy watching the Today Show. I’m busy walking around Hobby Lobby. I’m busy drinking coffee. I’m busy drinking coffee. Wait, did I just say that twice?
Honestly, when I see in writing all these things I’m typically failing at, it scares the heck out of me! If I can’t do these things now, how am I ever going to do them when I have 7 (that’s a joke) kids running around? When I actually have legitimate responsibilities? I don’t know. But I do know that I never regret skipping these things to be with my husband. I have never left Hobby Lobby not feeling happy. And a morning spent sipping coffee and watching the Today Show always leaves me feeling content. And someday, my house will probably still be in shambles, but I’ll have cute babies who call me mom. And I’ll be thankful I have so much laundry from last week to fold before I start this week’s.