Guess What...I'm Not Perfect...Shhhhh!
Question of the day:
How do I tell sweet wonderful ladies from church I don't want them to visit me tonight because my house is a mess? If I tell them I've not felt well and so have a messy house, they will offer to help clean it. Um..I don't think I could handle that.
So, perhaps the answer is...get up off my bum and clean? LOL..
All I want is to pull back into my shell and take my mess with me. But since I do not carry my house on my back...the mess...figurative and literal is out for all to see. I wish I were more at ease with sharing my imperfectness. (A sentiment I am sure most people share.)
So, lets all be imperfect today! Who's with me?
How do I tell sweet wonderful ladies from church I don't want them to visit me tonight because my house is a mess? If I tell them I've not felt well and so have a messy house, they will offer to help clean it. Um..I don't think I could handle that.
So, perhaps the answer is...get up off my bum and clean? LOL..
All I want is to pull back into my shell and take my mess with me. But since I do not carry my house on my back...the mess...figurative and literal is out for all to see. I wish I were more at ease with sharing my imperfectness. (A sentiment I am sure most people share.)
So, lets all be imperfect today! Who's with me?
5 Comments:
I'm right there with you. My mom and her husband showed up for supper an hour early the other day and I was not impressed because I hadn't managed to do that final "flying around the house frantically because company's coming" clean up.
Every day is "imperfect day" for me!
Truthfully I've embraced imperfection for a long time.
Much easier on the old ego. :)
My dear mother regularly stays on my case about my irregular church attendance. So, to pester me into going, she put me on the "visitation list" for wayward Christians where 6 deacons show up at your door to ..."visit" with you. Every Thursday for a solid month, the family and I would duck out about 5pm and not come back until around 9pm....simply because we didn't want to have to invite these people into our extremely humble (dishes in the sink, laundry on the couch, bills on the table)abode. They finally gave up about the same time I realized that we were using more energy (and money) going out of our way to avoid cleaning our house than it would take to just break down and do it...(and go to church). Mom swears she didn't put my name on the "visit the heathens list" but I know she did.
I had a friend come over on a whim. I just brushed my hair off the bathroom counter and called it good. It's less stressful that way, I guess. Good thing I straightened up this weekend.
Don't worry!
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