Get Up and Go, Just Got Up and Went

Ever go to bed at night with big plans for the following day? Yeah, well, story of my life. I really was gonna clean my house today, I really was gonna fold all that laundry from 3 days ago, but now, I just don't want to. I am so tired of cleaning and doing the same stinking things day after stinking day. And you know, when we moved into this place I was so excited to keep it clean and pretty, but now it seems like it's all I can do to get the dishes done. Guess that is a prime example of how a person's attitude really makes a difference in what a person does with herself all day.
It can really be an inner war. I mean everyday that I allow myself to be lazy, I always suffer for it later. Not only do I start feeling like something of a failure  by the end of the day, I start getting a lil paranoid that maybe my family thinks I am too. In thinking about the pressures of being a stay at home mom I have to wonder how much of it is real and how mush is just self induced torture to try and fit that perfectionists image of who I am and what I should be on a daily basis. I mean, who says I have to get everything done everyday? And who cares if there are dirty socks under the couch? Clearly not the person who put them there. What does it mater if I wash the hand prints off the wall today? There will only be more tomorrow. And so what if the beds aren't made?
Well I suppose the answers to all of that boils down to me. I really do care if the house is clean, and I can't just leave the socks there it would haunt me, literally,  and the beds should be made, I just need to find that balance.(perhaps the walls can wait) It plays into that whole building character business, not just who I am but who I want my children to be, while I shouldn't always try to be perfect, I do need to set the pace and example. For there is truth to the adage, Responsibility is caught not taught.