I love a clean house, don't you??

There is nothing better to me than to have a shiny sink, empty of dirty dishes. I love to see empty clothes hampers and laundry baskets. I love sofas with pillows upright and prettily displayed. Dining room tables that are empty of everything except a pretty centerpiece.

I love floors with no dust on them and shiny from just being freshly mopped. Made beds, toys picked up and put away, supper simmering in the crockpot..........ah, yes....it just doesn't get any better than that.

Reality in my house though, is this...

Dishes piled everywhere. Is this one clean? Maybe. Maybe not. Laundry?? Oh my goodness...Climbing the walls and falling out of the hamper..none of it clean and what is clean, is lying in a piled gather wrinkles that will now have to be ironed out.

Dust on the floor so deep that the thought of an indoor garden comes to mind and stepping on 'kid stuff' has become the norm.

Why is this going on? Who is the culprit behind the chaos?

Is it DH? How about DD or DS? Yes I could blame it on them, but then I would be playing the blame game. The culprit is........

ME.

Yes, me.

In Exodus 18: 13-26, Jethro notices that Moses is falling apart. Having a hard time. Getting frustrated, worn out and not much good to anybody.

Moses is spending day in and day out listening to everybody's problems and trying to fix them. From big deal stuff to stuff that really didn't matter, Moses was dealing with it and he'd gotten into the mind frame that he was the only one who could make everything run like clock-work.

Have you ever been there? I have. Regularly.

The REST HERE...You Mean.....Delegate??!!!!