I am the fairy godmother
Last week, one of my friends posted on Facebook, "Fairy godmother, please come clean my house."
I have felt that way before, and I think most moms and homemakers do sometimes. I don't think there's anything wrong with feeling overwhelmed on occasion. It happens to everyone, and there are times when fairy godmothers in the shape of friends, husbands, mothers, and strangers come to help us. I have been grateful for the help I have received on many occasions. Walking into a room someone else has cleaned or eating a dinner someone else has cooked really does feel magical.
As the mother and wife in my family, I have accepted the responsibility to keep our home in order. It is my obligation—and privilege!—to take care of our home and children. I get to plan and prepare our meals. I get to keep the house a pleasant place to be in. I get to take responsibility (along with my husband) for my children's education, health, and happiness.
Deep down, I know that these are the things I want to be doing right now, even though there are days that are mediocre and others that are downright terrible. I want to do this thing, and I can even (usually) have fun doing it. I want to bless my family and help make their lives the best they can be.
I am my family's fairy godmother.