|My basement living room and the kids version of clean.|
|A view from the other side of the room, SIGH!|
Add to this the bathroom mayhem, which I am pretty sure (and thanking God), Tori is passed this stage. She just turned three and has been going number one in the potty and number two in her pants. Then she decided to go in her pants, and pick it up bare handed and throw it in the potty (imagine my dismay). Thankfully, she has progressed to just going in the potty. Still it worries me, I wonder if I will find her hiding somewhere with her number two's when the family comes to visit.
Back to the family visiting, I haven't seen my five siblings in at least two years, and my mother hasn't seen my home. At least I can breathe a bit easier knowing my youngest sister Sarah will not be joining us in the throngs of celebrating Christmas because she is in Korea. Even though she is the youngest, I know she can kick my tush in hand to hand combat because of her military training; sitting on her won't win the wars anymore! When all three Shaw girls get together, a war is bound to break out. Last time, it was my jeans; to be more accurate my jean size--of the jeans I was wearing! Wanting to be a great example for my children, I am hoping that I won't have to fend off my sisters in any shape or form this season.
|The upstairs, I know I shouldn't complain too much about the clutter!|
I think it's time to throw in the towel this season, who cares that my house isn't its cleanest, who cares what jean size I'm wearing, and for goodness sake, who cares about the clutter! When we place unrealistic expectations on ourselves, we forget the meaning of Christmas and miss out on the blessings of the time we have with each other. So, do me a favor and pray that I will not have any freak out sessions and will keep my mind in the present moment and enjoy it all. Oh--pray that Tori is really past the number two stage!