It was one of those days. I was distracted. I got some work done around the house. But at the end of the day, as I ran out of the house to meet a girlfriend to work out, I picked up most things but felt like I could have done so much more.
When I got home I found a beautiful and sweet note from my husband about how thankful he was for me…how much he appreciated all that I did…and what a blessing it was to come home to an organized and clean home.
There is a level of self responsibility I need to have…that at the end of {most} days that I was purposeful with my day…but this sweet note was a reminder that the expectations I put on myself are not always going to be attainable. Here I was thinking I didn’t do enough all the while blessing my husband with the appreciation of a wife at home.
I was reminded of this little saying:
Housework done incorrectly still blesses the family.
May we bless our families…even in our imperfections.
