Memories Are More Important

It's true what they say, you figure out how to get everything done, or it just doesn't get done. 

It's been a struggle to find time to complete household chores while working a full-time job, as well as a part-time job, while simultaneously writing a book, taking care of four dogs, three cats, a husband, and a 7-month-old baby. My life is full and very busy. 

I'm normally a pro at prioritizing and remaining calm when it feels like the walls are closing in, but after bringing Shelby home and going back to work when she was just three months old, my superhero powers have been tested.

I struggled to find a balance between being a working mom and devoting my after work hours to quality time with my mini. The dished piled up in the sink, the house went a few days without being vacuumed, and the dust coated any stagnant surface. Then, I fell into a groove. Shelby vacuums with me, attached to my hip like a little monkey. She trolls across the kitchen floor babbling, as I babble back, while I wash dishes. 

As of late, I've found it easiest to come home on my lunch hour to power through as many of the household chores as I can. Today, I vacuumed, picked up the living room, cleaned up the backyard and tossed a load of laundry in the washer. I didn't have time to eat, but that's okay with me if it means I get to spend more time crawling around on the floor with my little. 

I still need to remind myself that a few dirty dishes or a growing laundry pile really don't matter in the grand scheme of things. Shelby won't remember a few dirty dishes chilling in the kitchen sink, but she will remember her mom spending as much time as she possibly could with her while she was growing up.

Making memories is a lot more important than cleaning up the messes they may create.