1. I am a perfectionist through and through.
2. Which leads me to pressuring myself constantly.
3. Which usually means I get very overwhelmed.
4. I make myself so busy with projects that I get behind on other things like um, housework.
5. Then I feel a huge amount of guilt and that I will never get caught up.
(This is not pity me, I actually like the perfectionist part and am working on all the other things...we all have our issues, no? Okay...moving on.)
Apparently last night I hit my breaking point. You see, there are some things around here I haven't had time to deal with: B-day stuff is stashed in the guest room, Halloween stuff is well, all over the place, Ethan's room is piled with things that really need to be packed up from his baby days, coupons are stacked up and unorganized...yada,yada,yada. You get it right? Life's been crazy. Fly Lady days have gotten put out on the curb. Mama's behind.
And then it happened....
Ethan started screaming an hour before regular dinner time.
I opened the fridge hoping and praying I might find some actual food for him (let's face it meal planning ok, ok and going to the grocery store has also gotten off track).
The apple cider jug decided to crash to the floor sending sticky residue all over the fridge, it's contents, the floor, the cabinets, me.
At that exact moment my husband calls wanting to know what's for dinner.
I see red.
Honestly, I don't know what to call it but holy hormone rage. I flew into action...fury was driving me for sure. The baby got successfully fed, the husband came home in time to take over from there. I went to work on the house. Toys were corralled, the fridge was emptied and wiped down, dishes were washed, my sink was shined, I literally threw things in the garage to be tossed because I never wanted to deal with them again.
You get it.....I was on a rampage. Hurricane Laura was coming through.
Michael and Lola hunkered down in the bedroom while this was going on...good choice, good choice.
Sometimes it takes me getting to my breaking point, to get myself back in gear.
You know what though? I feel like a new woman and I didn't have to wake up to my dirty house this morning.
The storm has passed.