OMG.  OMG!  I had a vision of a whole different life over the weekend. 

I blogged recently about a road trip I was taking with my kids, and some of the anxiety that it was causing me.  Then my brother showed me his new Garmin GPS unit.

My father got one of the first personal GPS units, and he took classes to try to figure the thing out.  It was complex and difficult.  That was the image of them I had in my mind, and I literally had no idea how user-friendly they had become.  Call me ignorant, but I was blown away by my brother’s new GPS.

This thing literally shows your car driving you down the road and talks to you to tell you what exits to take, etc.  It reconfigures the directions when you make a wrong turn or choose another route.  Best of all, even I could see how easy it was to figure out.  If I can use a cell phone, I can use this GPS!

I felt the tightness releasing from my shoulders as my brother showed me his GPS.  I could go anywhere!  No more worry about getting lost! No more holding back from going to strange places or big cities because I didn’t know where I was going.  All for only about $125 dollars.

OMG.  Independence.  Freedom.  Fearlessness!

Here I come, world.

Superwoman was not a mother. ..

Superwoman wasn’t a single mother trying to do it all. ..

Superwoman wasn’t middle-aged!!

I still have a bad habit of comparing myself to others.  I spent this past weekend at my brother and sister-in-laws house, and it is SO clean and organized.  I came home depressed because I know for sure my home will never look like that.  Several of my friends can’t relax until their homes are clean.  For some reason, I don’t have that problem!

Is it a cleaning gene that I’m lacking?  Do I have too many things on my plate?  I know that I try to do too much at every given moment and that my housework suffers.  But what is the answer?  Should I do less so I can clean more?

I heard a saying once that said “Home should be clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy” and I guess I”m just going to have to content myself with that.  I am too old to totally change now.  I will never strive for the cleanest house on the block.  I have no problem watching American Idol with the kids instead of cleaning.  I look forward to sleeping in on my day off instead of getting my house clean.   Give me a good book and the dust can settle around me!

So maybe I’m setting a bad example.  But my kids will have to discover whether or not they carry the cleaning gene.  Until then I will have to settle for a home that is clean enough to be healthy but dirty enough to be happy!

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