behind the scenes

Last night I felt super frustrated as I glanced around my house. I felt guilt over the mess.  I was emotionally drained after dealing with emotional needy children all afternoon. I was tired yet restless. My body ached yet I couldn't sit still.

This morning I woke up and got to work. I was determined to make a dent in the post-traveling and pre-Christmas state that currently held my emotional sanity captive. By 11 a.m. I had folded all 9 batches of laundry and vacuumed my entire downstairs (even the stairs themselves) which, of course, had required that I actually clean up the floor, too. All while Katie watched Team Umi Zoomi and played "family" with me. (Which meant she called me Katie and pretended to go to the store and buy stuffed animals for me.) (And by the way, I always called that game "house" growing up.  Interesting.)

Then we lunched and showered and Targeted and Costcoed. The kids' came home and got right to work on their homework so that right after dinner we could go up to the Zoo to see the lights.

And now the kids are tucked in and my front room still looks like this:

Which is about what it looked like last night. And my kitchen isn't any better.

And I am okay with it.

Mothers worry so much about how we present ourselves, our children, and our homes to others. But we forget that the majority of our work is behind the scenes. It's in folding laundry, grocery shopping and paying the bills. It's in trying to teach a 3 year old that when you dump out goldfish, or water or a bag of buttons (or all 3 in one day) that they need to clean it up. It's in trying to get your allergic-to-everything baby to eat something - anything - besides breast milk. It's in reading to your children, even if it puts you to sleep, or letting them do a craft all over the kitchen floor because that's where you are. It's helping your kids understand their homework when they are struggling to understand it.  Though very little of what we do is seen, it is always important.