If only Giselle pooped Reese cups ...

The dishes are dirty - three times a day - and piling up again on the counter. I think there's even some sort of plant growth on that bowl. The laundry bin is overflowing with dirty clothes. I guess if I need that sweater in there, I better smell it to see if it's acceptable to wear again. Dust bunnies are taking over my floors. Soap scum is taking over my shower. I'd love to fix that up, but it's not in the budget. Giselle is having a poop party back in her room - and it never seems to land directly on her pad. Dang - did I forget to get stuff for dinner tonight?

Do these thoughts sound at all familiar (maybe not the poop one, Giselle is a "special" dog)? I realize womanhood is special. I also realize being a woman can sometimes be overwhelming. We have houses to run, husbands to love and support, kids to take care of, pets to look after, and usually not too much time for us. I thought I'd offer a personal tip on staying sane that has worked for me, most of the time.

Contentment.

We see the things other people have, and it makes us feel lacking. We see the things society tells us we need, and we feel like we are always a step behind.

If we look at our lives, are we really content with the things we have? Or are we always looking for the next thing on our list? Sometimes the things we "need" - we don't need. We want. And I don't know if you have noticed, but the constant wishing and wanting causes me personal drama. A lot of times, I need to step back and pray, "BE CONTENT, MISSY."

Because let's face it, some days the laundry doesn't get done. Some nights we eat Arby's rather than a homemade lasagna. I probably won't get to re-decorate my bedroom anytime soon, and Giselle will never poop on her pad.

But I am blessed to have a great husband, a daughter on the way, an awesome family and friend support network, and a ton of material things that God has given to me that make my life wonderful.

I just have to remember to be content.