Having the house tidy and the biscuit tins well stocked was my way of keeping sane. I would try to involve the children but the mess was over the top so I stood back from the scene and then and there I stopped, Why was I so concerned about what other people thought? Why was I so keen to impress visitors with a tidy home and food?
I realised that there was more to life then being constantly prepared, and missing out on quality ‘Kid’ time and being present to them instead.
Oddly enough the steady stream of visitors who normally arrived at morning tea …slowed, and I realised that they really weren’t friends but a drop in group who did nothing for my morale.
Then our home was a home and a real friend will usually bring a bun-loaf to share, our children now more at ease and life is more a breeze.
Posted anonymously, 16th December 2014