Wait.
I can't. Because I have three children who inherited their father {and mothers'} amazing night owl abilities. So, by the time I'm finished getting everyone to sleep and I can actually get stuff done, it's 10:00/10:30. By that point, this 32 year old, six month along, pregnant body is cursing me and forcing me to get in bed.
*Sigh*
So I walk into my bedroom to *possibly* lie down. I look around at the pile of clothes I've told myself everyday for the last week, "I'll hang that up in a little bit." Then, I quickly divert my attention to something else so I don't have to do that, after all. Oh. Hello bathroom and closet that look like a bomb went off. I quickly walk out of there so I'm not forced to face the reality of that situation either.
I am weary.
I want to throw in the towel, but if I throw in one, I have to throw in them all!!! BECAUSE I CAN'T FIND ONE, BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL DIRTY!!!
So, I guess I will be throwing the towels today...into the wash, that is.
Today is hard. I put a lot of pressure on myself to keep a neat house - but it never is. All the while not being so wrapped up in it that I neglect important things my kids are doing and what they need from me. Sadly, I err on the side of worrying about my house more. I can't quite seem to find a groove lately that helps me accomplish both things.
My solution (for the moment) is to become a minimalist and get rid of most eve thing that is unnecessary in this house! I want to not worry about beautiful Christmas decorations or making sure my girls' rooms look pristine (which they do NOT), by the way. I can do this, right?
No. Probably not.
I'm learning how to balance all of these many tasks I've acquired and I'm not very good at it. Please know that I don't want to play the social media game. If you see my posts and they look ideal or put-together, please know that it was only for that moment, and after I snapped the picture, chaos was unfolding around me, most likely. Just know that although I love each and everyone of my kids with my whole heart and I think they hang the moon, I get frustrated (easily) with them and don't always carry out the Godly role of being their mother that I should. This is something I have to be in constant prayer about.
Please know that if I post about my incredibly handsome, stud of a husband and how much I love him...I mean it. More than anything. But probably know, shortly after I picked a ridiculous fight about something that wasn't relevant to him and made it his fault somehow. I do that from time to time. I am flawed.
I hope, moms, that if you're having a "throw in the towel" sort of day you know you're not alone. Staying home Mom work is hard. Working mom work is hard. And doing both, well, it's the hardest.
Here's what I'm telling myself today: God's grace is greater. It's greater than a messy house, screaming children and a frustrated me that wants to lock myself in my messy bathroom and cry. We've been extended grace so that we can continue to grow in Him and fully rely on Him. Don't let the lifestyles of others appear to be perfect to you. They're not. It's easy to cover up the hard stuff in a picture or a Facebook or Instagram post.
I'm going to go back to my chaotic life now and try and pick up some pieces and then thank God for the gift of a messy house, beautiful children and a loving husband to share it with.
{Even if I want to run away and abandon all of it...maybe just for a day. ;) }.
Thanks for reading this edition of #ForRealFriday. And for your viewing pleasure. Here's the one room in the house, I literally can't keep up with - EVER! The closet. 
That's for real.
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