letting go

I have become a control freak. I'm not sure how this happened. Pre-G days I was a discombobulated mess. (piles of laundry, crap all over our bar area, frazzled) Post-G days I feel like I need to be superwoman and get everything done without giving myself a break. I mean, I even ordered a Life Planner...you know, so I could plan my life. {that Life Planner by the way? is AMAZING. love it.}

Some days I like that I have become more organized & feel that desire to make sure my family has a clean house to live in. Other days, this new Type A-control freak-personality stresses me out. I have the hardest time asking for help. I hate to feel like I am inconveniencing someone. My solution? Do everything myself. This wouldn't be a problem if I could be in 5 places at once and/or I had 6 arms. 

I have been really convicted of this lately. I get myself so stressed out & my poor husband ends up in the line of fire. God is really teaching me to let go. Letting go of the things that cause me stress in my life. Learning to just roll with the punches. 

It's okay if Grayson's birthday party isn't Pinterest Perfect. 

It's okay if I go to bed one night without sweeping the kitchen. 

It's okay if I spend some couch time with Ben instead of running around like a chicken with its head cut off making tissue poms. and hey, guess what? That birthday wreath I almost cried over last night? People will only see it for 5 seconds when they walk in.

It's okay if I didn't get around to making the bed this morning. {eep. this one is hard for me to let go of}

I'm learning that I am only one person. One person who also has a very small person to look after all day. I can't be superwoman and I can't do it all. But guess what? That's okay. 

My goal for this weekend is to just enjoy everything. Worry less about the party & more about why we are celebrating.

..just in case there is any confusion, here is who we are celebrating. happy, happy boy!