My life has been a really tough balancing act the last 6 weeks or so. I've been on doctor ordered bed rest until I hit 36 weeks preggo (TOMORROW!) (yay!) I fail miserably at bed rest. Seriously. I'm the worst at taking it easy, or asking people to do things for me. But it's also really hard to continue to keep up your normal level of activity when the doc tells you it's in your unborn child's best interest for you to stay down. Ugh. It's been stressful.


So, I've cut down my errand running to once a week and only make one or two stops when I do go out. And I don't mop and sweep as much as I should or would like to, or clean the bathrooms as much as I want to. Still, I get up and "do" more than I should. I wear myself out doing chores during the day so that when the kids get home from school in the afternoons, I am so sore and dead tired. 


I feel insanely guilty about this. 


I came across this blog post today and it really hit home. The laundry can wait. I will not die if the dishes pile up more than I'm used to. But this is perfection.  


If I'm going to wear myself out doing anything, it should be enjoying my kids. I needed that reminder.