Balance. It's like a unicorn; we've heard about it, everyone talks about it and makes airbrushed T-shirts celebrating it, it seems super rad, but we haven't actually seen one. I'm beginning to think it isn't a thing. - Jen Hatmaker, For the Love
So you're telling me that I can't be mom of the year, wife of the year, employee of the year, friend of the year, photographer of the year, and homemaker of the year? You mean this isn't or shouldn't be a standard? Well thank God because I'm failing miserably, if it is. Thank you Jen Hatmaker for the sigh of relief that happened on page 4 of For the Love. Like for real, THANK YOU for starting with this message.
Suddenly I feel a little bit more free. Free to leave the dog hair on the floor for at least another day. Free not to clean up those toys right away or wash every last dish (some nights we just do the sippy cups). Free to let my kid have one too many packages of fruit snacks (she'll survive). Free to throw the frozen pizza in the oven from time to time and enjoy every last bite. Free to just sit down for a minute or manage to make it beyond the kitchen within the first hour and a half of being home from work.
I'm still working on the free to hire a maid twice a month thing, but it's definitely a life goal of mine. I really hate bathrooms, but Tyler has trust issues.
And so for fun, here is a picture of Saida and her cousin from awhile back that screams freedom. I mean, who doesn't love a good hay throwing session? Plus her face just cracks me up in this one.
Oh and just in case you want to buy the book and read it, I got mine here off of Amazon.com.