Life Isn't Perfect

I don't know how long it's going to take me to figure out that life isn't perfect, but I hope it happens soon. It seems like every Sunday that I work, I come home and the kids and Craig have been hanging out and nothing has been done. Meanwhile, I've worked a few hours and want to come home to house that has been picked up at least a little and to kids who are dressed with teeth and hair brushed.

Most Sundays, I'm disappointed. I end up making beds, picking things up, brushing hair and all the while, grumbling under my breath. Maria asks me today, "Mommy, why does everything always have to be so perfect for you?" I realize immediately how hard it must be for her to live with someone like me.

I try, I really do, to not have things in order all the time. It drives Craig crazy, to the point where I'm sure he would rather not be around me at times. I think I should just try to take the advice that I give the kids when things don't go their way...................Breathe, Tanya, breath...1,,,,2,,,,3,,,,4,,,,,5,,,,,6,,,,,7,,,,,8,,,,,,9,,,,,10.