What does your morning look like? Do you wake up with enough time to get ready and make a nice breakfast, maybe do a little light reading? Or are you rushing out the door, still putting on your mascara in the car? Most mornings I'm up anywhere between 4 and 5 a.m., just depends on the day of the week. I roll out of my bed, I surprisingly don't hit the snooze button ever... to scared to sleep in I suppose. I go straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for the day. I have a job that literally focuses on the way people look, so my hair and makeup are always done. I give myself between 45 minutes to an hour to get ready. I leave the house- go by Starbucks if there is time- then get to the office and start my day.
I come home, do homework if I have it- dinner is Stephen's chore while I'm in school, so I eat, shower, maybe watch an episode of mindless TV or a YouTube video & go my ass to bed. Not once in that whole break down of the day did you see "make my bed". I struggle to make my bed, like really hard. I know some of you out there are thinking, "Hell that takes like 5 minutes". And you would be right, but when I have the option between taking 5 minutes to make my bed, or spend 5 minutes with my pups in the morning or having that extra time to stop and indulge in some over priced coffee... well I'm picking whatever is NOT the bed.
You may be wondering why I'm talking about this, I may have already lost you to an Instagram notification. I'm talking about this because we all have things we struggle to do. Its just the way life is. I like to look at my lifestyle as a polished Frat Boy. I don't always do the dishes, I don't always remember to flip the laundry. But you know what I do do? Clock in at 5:50 a.m.- clock out at 4:30, go to school from 6-9 then come home, do homework and then take a moment to give my husband my full attention. I choose to be a student and wife before other things in life. I used to beat myself up for my decisions. But I started to think of it like this about two years ago; when I die, will they remember my clean house, or will they remember the things I did and the time I spent with them?
Life, to me, is a series of decisions we get to make. It is a luxury we are given to argue on whats for dinner and weather we are going to stay up a little later watching another episode. Or better yet, who's had to make the decision on "one more drink". We make choices every day, and then we die. I want to make choices that make me a better person. Having a made bed always makes a room look so much cleaner and nicer- but last time I checked... I didn't invite anyone else in my room.
Keep that in mind- your house- your rules.