Yes, disorder and madness seem to sum everything up quite nicely, but as I was driving home from dropping my daughter off at preschool today, frustrated by being “late again”, it dawned on me that perhaps the largest reason for their complete rejection of even the idea of organization has everything to do with me.
I try my best here at the house, I really do. I’m up before 6 during the week, and don’t often get a chance to sit down for the night until after 10. I have, what I feel, is a wonderful balance of work and quality time with each of my three, but I’m now wondering:
I mean, after all, I often hear them repeating things I’ve said or done (all good things, thankfully!). Wouldn’t it then stand to reason that if I got myself in gear that they just might do the same?
I look around this home and yes, while I may work my butt off, it definitely doesn’t show in terms of the final home product. I’ve been fine with that, for the most part, because I know where my time has been spent. These kids of ours…these blessings…are happy, healthy, well-adjusted children, who are given the time they need and know how to play and love on their family and, most importantly, God.
So I’ll conduct myself a little experiment here: While I will continue to work on my kids’ skills, I think I’ll add working on my own to the mix and see how it impacts them.
I think I already know the outcome here.
There was a book I had downloaded onto my phone nearly a year ago by Crystal Paine called Say Goodbye to Survival Mode. I only made it to chapter four. I think I’ll start there and see what happens.