Not so perfect

A few days ago I had a realization. I realized that I'm an adult, this is my house, they are my children, this is my life and I can do what I want. Now, being 23 this realization may have come a little late, but i did realize that I don't have to be perfect, neither does my house and neither do my children.

I mentioned this to Logan and he just had a laugh at me. He says that he has been trying to tell me this for years (which is true), but he doesn't realize quite how serious I am, quite how much this means to me. I feel like I have woken up from a tired, stressful daze! I have spent years being OCD over everything.. my house, my car, my kids, my husband and myself, and suddenly it's like a whole weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

Today, for the first time in about 6 years, my kids toys are on the floor, also a blanket and a few cushions are in the middle of the lounge room floor. And guess what? I'm cool with it! Wow! Usually I would be freaking out over the mess and pulling my hair out but today? Today I'm writing a post. Because you might think this sounds incredibly silly, but to me it is an amazing feeling. For the first time in so so long, I am not stressed about how the house looks or how the children are behaving and it is just making everything feel so much easier. 

I believe it is making my children feel happier too.