My chaos

My kitchen is always a mess. Always. No matter if I clean as I go while I’m cooking dinner

 or if I wash the dishes before I go to bed, or if I clear off the counter before

 I start cooking. It just stays a mess. And I’ve given up, really, trying to keep it unspoiled.

 I think it’s a waste of my energy at this point.

Right now, I’m focused on many other things. I’m appreciating where I am right now in life

 and how much everything has changed in just short years. We’re growing as a family but

 most importantly, we’re growing stronger. It’s beautiful, really. I realized that our family will

 either sink or swim based on us. Our son is totally following our lead. If Mama or daddy is sad 

or overwhelmed, he feels it. If we are happy and content, he is as well.

So I’ve been making a conscious effort to be patient and to

 view all my so-called “issues” as blessings. For example…

If my living room is a mess, that means our kid love to play.

If my bedroom is a mess, I’m grateful that I have a decent sized bedroom and

 lots of clothes.

When I see dirty dishes in the sink, instead of sighing and cursing the fact that

 we are forever washing up dishes, I will be grateful that we have dishes. Dirty dishes

 mean we eat regularly.

If I feel exhausted, I will try to remember that this is what 

building a legacy is about. Long hours, big projects.

When our son drives me crazy with he´s 2,768th grumbling for 

something, I will admire his persistence instead of fussing under my breath.

If I chose to look at everything through a more positive lens, then eventually, it will 

become habit. And then those daily annoyances will instead be small reminders of how

 good life actually is.