Choices

So, I keep waiting for a "perfect day" to blog about to redeem myself from my last post. I still don't have a camera that works...(my birthday and Christmas are both this month, so yes, Ben, that's a hint.)

Most days start out on the right path, I've made all the beds and picked up the c-r-a-p around the house I spell it. It doesn't seem so awful spelled out, plus, I need to know I can still spell things, I've gotten into workout clothes, all ready to break the 2+ weeks of unworkouts, but before I can actually workout, I remember I have a ward Christmas party to plan and since the Activities Committee is coming to my house in 15minutes, I need to be dressed in real clothes right away. Suddenly, Jane says, "Mom, Sidney has leaves in her hand! Eeeew! Not leaves Mom, poop!!!" Sidney's first and hopefully last poop bath.

Some days start off with me in pajamas, and when my kids come home from school, and I am still in pajamas, I figure I am not going to be able to salvage it, and I just give in to the housewifeness of it all. I finally figured out I am not due to have another day like this and am ready to accept it. As soon as I fix one thing another is bound to unfix.

I have finally come to realize why my day will never be "perfect". It is always a set of choices: Either me or my kids look good. Either the dishes or the laundry get done that's totally because of my dislike for both. Either the ironing or the straightening once I remain stationary for too long, the whole house falls apart around me. Either errands or housework. Either good mom, or good wife or good friend. Extended family or immediate family. Either blogging or facebook. Either scriptures and prayer, or stories and fun and then threatening and not fun before bed. Either the outside of my house looks good, or the inside (or maybe neither).

Since yesterday, I watched kids, had an infusion, picked up from piano, and then drove to dance. I made a terrible dinner and left some of the dishes to do this morning.

Today, I am trying to do some shopping for the ward Christmas party, finish cutting the dead flowers out of my gray flower beds, and finally get a flier out for our neighborhood Christmas party before all of my neighbors get their gifts out and the whole thing will be needless!
But instead, I am sitting in my room, looking at a basket of laundry I need to fold and put away, not to mention a pile of ironing that will soon be tall enough to peek out the window and announce to my neighbors that I also hate ironing!!! Choices.