I’m Not the Perfect Wife

I’m not the perfect wife.

Some nights we eat DiGiorno’s pizza or even Hamburger Helper. 

Some days the laundry sits in piles from two days before and it’s wrinkled by the time I get to fold it.

Sometimes the dishes sit piled up in the sink and the dishwasher is clean, but it just sits there, waiting to be put away.

I can’t tell you the last time I cleaned the windows, but as I’m sitting here and looking at them, I can tell you they’re covered in little fingerprints . . . so my guess is it’s been awhile.

I’m not into yard work, I leave that to my husband.

I don’t make the bed. Never have as I feel it’s pointless when no one sees your room but you and you’re just gonna climb back into it that night. 

I don’t iron. Period. (Sorry to disappoint you Mom!)

But I try to do activities with the kids every day.

I try to take them outside, even if it’s only for a walk around the neighborhood.

I try to ensure there’s a new recipe on the table once a week so we’re not sick of spaghetti or tacos. 

I try to make sure the cabinets are always stocked with everyone’s favorite snacks and that there’s plenty of food to choose from.

I try to get the dishes put away and the sink empty before I start cooking that night’s meal. And if I don’t my husband is more than happy to assist. 

I try to keep the kids busy and limit the T.V. time, but even moms need a break and a lazy day of jammies and T.V. every once in a while (it helps keep me sane). 

I try. I may not be perfect, but I try.

And that’s what marriage is all about – two people who get up and try every day. Two people doing what they can for each other. Do you sometimes fall short? You better believe it. But I’m sure grateful I have a husband who sees how hard I try. A husband who doesn’t mark me down for my faults but points out all the things that I do. A husband who recognizes that I don’t just sit around all day with the kids and that the work that I do may look different from his, but it’s still work. And he appreciates my work because he knows he couldn’t walk a day in my shoes. 

And that’s what marriage is all about. We’re partners in this and we can never take each other for granted. 

So while neither of us is perfect, we try. 

And as long as we keep trying – we’re gonna make it to the very end.