There are days when raising five children feels like Mission Impossible. Couple that with my perfectionistic tendencies and failure seems inevitable.
Which is to say, when I look at the laundry pile, I get so anxious about being far behind that I tend to close the door and let the pile grow higher.
Of course, this only adds to my frustration and anxiety. Seriously, sock management could be a full-time job at my house.
One way I've learned to manage a big family is by giving myself permission to do a job badly.
You heard me. If it's a job worth doing, it's worth doing badly.
Take that, Martha Stewart!
At my house, a job well done means: it's done. Sometimes it doesn't look pretty. But I think pretty is over-rated. My sons often wear mismatched socks. I'm cool with that.
At least they're wearing socks.
Sometimes my oldest son forgets to sweep under the table. Now, if he's rushing to finish, I make him re-do it. But if he gives a good effort, I give him a high-five.
At least the floor around the table got swept.
I don't have fancy china and even if I did, we'd probably end up eating dinner on paper plates like we usually do.
At least we eat dinner together every night.
I guess you could boil my family-management philosophy down to a few words: do small things right.
I pick one or two things to do right each day. And then I celebrate that!
My life is full. But I don't want it to be busy.
The busier I am, the less connected I feel to my primary relationships.
And honestly, if my relationships are suffering–it doesn't matter if I conquer the housecleaning every day.
However, I would like to conquer the Evil Sock-Eating Monster once and for all. Any ideas?