My Messy Home

My very own super hero

Have you seen those super hero movies where even the super hero has to make a choice? Like in Superman when Superman could only stop one of the two missiles that Lex sent in different directions or in Batman where Batman is presented with saving Robin or Dr Chase Meridian. They're both able to eventually save everyone by spinning the globe in the opposite direction or using high tech gadgets and ropes. As I get older I'm beginning to feel less like a super hero. I'm beginning to tell myself that it's okay to make a choice. I don't have to do everything. 

So I'm letting somethings go.

My rheumatoid arthritis is so severe that I cannot bend down and touch the ground, so to pick up toys I have to use a pick up stick (which can't grip everything) or balance and use my toes to pick things up. When the kids were younger I used to try to clean up the days messes the best I could using that method. It's exhausting. 

Two years ago I decided to start my PhD, I also work part time and I'm doing my best to be a happy present parent. My cleaning has always been far from perfect, but I've long ago decided to let it go. 

 I've had someone tell me I should stop working so hard on my PhD and put more energy into keeping the house tidy. It made me wonder why it's my job. If I was a man with rheumatoid arthritis I doubt these expectations would be placed on my shoulders. 

My priority will always be my children and them having a happy childhood. Our choices may mean that it's going to be a bit messy. I hope they forgive me. 

And if you're coming over, please excuse the mess.