At my book club Tuesday night we were talking about how some people have a "supposed to" life that they constantly compare with their actual life. When we were talking about it, it was abstract. We were talking about other people.
Then I woke up this morning, grouching at the kids again, barreling through school, wishing my kids would act this way or that, instead of the way they were acting...
And I realized that I, too, have an imaginary "supposed to" life that included kids who always listen, patience that never ends and days that progress with nary a bump in the road.
Constantly comparing my actual life to this unrealistic imaginary life is stealing the joy I could be garnering from my days. And that makes me sad. There is beauty in the mess. I just know it.
So tomorrow I am going to try & push my "supposed to" life (the perfect fake one in my head) aside, and focus on finding the good in my real life. Wish me luck.