Let's Drop the Title of "Victim"

Too often, I walk through my days as a victim.

No one did the dishes....again. Guess it falls on me.

Dave is working late for the 3rd night this week, so here I am, stuck with dinner and homework and putting the kids to bed.

I planned this day of fun for everyone, and all they've done is complain and fight. Why do I bother?

And on and on I go.

Forgetting again that my kids are a gift and not a burden.

Moving farther and farther away from the truth that no one made me decide to have children. I chose it.

Stepping once again into a neighborhood of wallowing, self-pity, and yes, playing the part of the victim.

It's ridiculous, really. After all, I suppose I could quite anytime, pack up my bags and run away where no one would ever find me. But I don't. Instead, I keep going day after day - making doctor's appointments, writing from home, packing school day snacks, paying the bills, and keeping the bathrooms (somewhat) clean.

Sometimes it's easier to stay where we are and blame someone else than acknowledge our situation and change our own attitude.

I can't change my kids or my husband's work schedule or the fact that we live in a small space together and it. Gets. Messy.

That's why, starting today, I'm dropping the title of "victim". It's not who I am.

My family deserves more, and maybe your family does, too.