The signs are there. There is freshly baked coffee cake in the oven. Laundry is folded and put away. Dinner is made from scratch, and not out of the box. Holy crap, maybe I am becoming domestic!
I have learned to lower my standards. I am not even close to the talent of Ms Martha Stewart. The woman who does it all, the woman that makes me feel inferior to all things domestic. I feel like I am lucky to get clean sheets on the bed every other week (GASP!).
Yup, that’s what happens when you try to do it all. Cleaning, cooking, paying the bills, keeping the boy entertained, working a 40+ hr a week job. Of course Joe is a lot of help, but I still feel a lot of weight on my shoulders of trying to emulate that “perfect mom” appearance. I have actually been having a lot of fun with it lately; trying to forget about what people think maybe “I should be” and focus more on “who I want to be”. I have been putting a little more time into preparation for the week on Sunday. Trying to slow things down so that my week isn’t so painful. Lots of cooking, playtime, and maybe even a nap!
I feel like I am able to give more of myself when I don’t have expectations of myself. It is refreshing – you should try it 
