All of us have been there, walking in from a long day at work, kids are screaming, dogs are barking, and dinner to get on the table. Just when the night couldn’t get more stressful, my friend calls, the one without kids.
She’s going to stop by “for just a minute” to drop off an invitation to a museum gala.
The gala I know I will never attend because getting a babysitter just never happens.
I don’t even think I own a dress for a gala anymore. If I get my husband alone for one night, well, it isn’t going to be to stand around with a group of people I barely know. That’s for sure!
As a working mother of two, I have decided to embrace my craziness, and not give into the pressure or stress that comes when someone unexpectedly comes to my house. The days of me trying to get my house into tip-top shape, dinner on the table by 6, and the kids bathed and ready for bed by 8, are gone. It just isn’t going to happen, ever!
Instead, my friend will see my mess, the piles of laundry I always mean to get to after work, and me disheveled from rushing home from work to pick up the kids on time from daycare.
But what she won’t see as she looks around my dirty house, is that my kids have been dancing around the dinner table. Using spoons as microphones, my husband swaying back and forth with one of the dogs he’s using as a dance partner. Me laughing at the sight of it all, listening to my son making a joke again about how we eat so many things cooked in a crockpot.
What she will see is my dirt and craziness.
What I see is the love and laughter that fills our house every night because I choose to dance instead of worrying about the mess.
Dirt, Dancing and Dinner – True Story by Anonymous Mother
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