|cardi | Maurices (old) // shirt | Oakleigh Rose // lace tank | Maurices // jeans | Silver Jeans Co.|
flats | Payless // necklace | tinywishescreations
I really hate the saying that 'failure is not an option'. And personally I think that it is a load of crap. There are a select few individuals that live their life by and around the saying, but those are the type a, ocd, perfectionist types. For the rest of us un-type a individuals, failure should be a normal thing. Sure, no one likes to fail, hence the saying being drilled into out delicate little minds through out the twelve plus years of education, but in reality, it happens. Relationships fail, friendships fail, jobs fail, and sometimes even people and education fail you.
But it is all normal.
It's normal to feel like you failed at a relationship because of the factors that lead to incompatibility or because the other person decided to do you wrong. It's normal to feel like sometimes you are failing as a parent. It's normal to feel like you are failing at giving your hundred and ten percent to everything you do on a daily basis. It's normal to not be perfect.
I struggle with the idea of failure on a daily basis. My failure however, is not being able to devote a hundred percent to everything I do.
I struggle with the failure of feeling like I'm not spending enough time with my child doing mom/child things like playing, coloring, going outside... etc, because I have housewifely duties to attend to. I try to carve out at least one to three hours a day for mommy and me time, but sometimes it just doesn't happen. Yes, I would love to spend 24/7 with my child, teaching him, playing with him, and such, but that's not reality. Reality is laundry, dishes, floor cleaning, grocery shopping, breakfast, lunch & dinner making, and the like.
I struggle with the failure of feeling like I did nothing in a day. Every now and then, I will take a lazy day and spend it primarily with my child to remedy the above situation. But at the end of the day, when the house is a mess & dishes are piled up, I feel like I failed at being a housewife.
I struggle with failing to remember things. No, not the important things like birthdays and social security numbers... but like bill due dates and things I promise to do. Over time I've realized that if I don't write it down, I won't remember it. So... of course I have a planner, a dry erase calendar, and a purse calendar that all reflect the same dates. And still I barely remember anything. That's the definition of failure right there.
But I'm tired of struggling. So, this week, I am wishing to work on accepting failure, and finding ways to change what I'm doing that entice failure. Basically, I am going to set my goals lower. Instead of having the goal to finish all of the laundry, my goal is going to be two loads a day; cleaned, folded & put away. Instead of having the goal to spend the whole day with Lil Man, my goal is going to be to start with an hour of fully undivided attention and go from there. Another goal is going to be to include Lil Man in my daily chores... laundry, dishes, etc. He is old enough now that he is able to help with out making too much of a mess. The last goal for the week is to write down all of my bill due dates and doctor appointments for the rest of the month. On each one of my three calenders.
To recap, this weeks wishes are:
1 | Two loads of laundry a day- cleaned, folded & put away.
2 | Spend at least one hour of undivided attention with Lil Man a day.
3 | Include Lil Man in daily chores.
4 | Write down all of the important dates for the rest of the month on each calendar.
ps. I know it's fall, but I took the photos above on one of the last nice days, and have been waiting to share them with you!
Do you ever struggle with failure?
What do you do to remedy the struggle?