Struggle with household imperfection? If you are striving for perfection, keep reading and know you are not alone, and you can make peace with this!
Do you struggle with household imperfection, trust me, I understand. As I think about this, I think back to when I was growing up.
As a child, I loved to play Barbies and create picture perfect scenarios of life. Sure I would have some drama in their story lines but everything else was perfect aka there was zero sense of household imperfection.
Without even realizing it, I started to associate motherhood with perfection. This naturally became a big problem as I started to have kids of my own, because we all know that motherhood is messy.
As I continued to strive for perfection, I continued to get more stressed out with all of the household imperfection that seemed to surface. Nothing ever seemed to go as planned. Somehow the perfect world I desired for wasn’t happening.
This especially played out in the area of hospitality. Showing hospitality to others has always been something I loved and craved. I always knew I wanted to have a home where I could invite others over for dinner and play dates. However, somehow the concept of what true hospitality was became foggy as I entered into motherhood.
There is one time in particular that I recall where my desire to show hospitality was held captive by my perfectionist tendencies.
There were thirty minutes before our friends were coming over for dinner. Naturally, I was running around frantically cleaning every little spot possible in efforts to dispose our home of any household imperfection. Toys were thrown back into containers, the vacuum was ran, unfolded laundry was shoved into our bedroom as I attempted to create an illusion of perfection. My frustration level was at an all time high as I seemed to be the only one frantically running about. I turned on the TV in efforts to keep my kids from making any messes. I shouted at my husband to get up and help me because we must have everything ready!
Of course then when our friends arrived we greeted them with plastered on smiles with a spotless house… Read the rest of this post over at Ruthie Gray.
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