This house is a mess. I mean, maybe some would find this house to be “not that bad”. But to me, it’s a mess. As I write…wait, let me take another sip of wine. Ahh, ok. That helps.
You see, I’m sitting here writing while my house is a mess.
I have a kitchen sink full of dirty dishes. And they’re not rinsed. Nope, no time for that. Instead I was probably spending time changing my 2 month old’s diapers. You may think that doesn’t take a long time. What you don’t realize is that he is so chatty, smiles a ton and squeals like a porpoise while I change his diaper. It’s a time to look at each other, eye to eye and smile. A time that makes me happy, even when he pees on me!
Wet clothes are in the dryer that I for some reason am attempting to clean, even-though they will be so wrinkled by the time I get to folding them tomorrow morning, or maybe tomorrow afternoon, actually who am I kidding; it will be tomorrow night! Instead I was probably playing Legos with my 3 year old son. We were fixing my castle. He fixed is car. And then we were searching a gazillion Legos for that one piece to finish his truck. You know how that goes!
A small bowl of my son’s snack is still sitting in our sun room. Been there since about 11am. Stale and soggy. Seems like a quick, pick it up and throw it out. Not that simple. Oh, I actually see part of a yellow pepper sitting on the coffee table in front of me right now. Awesome! Instead I was still trying to find that damn Lego piece!
I should probably stop before I embarrass myself.
This house is a mess. And there are a lot of insteads.
That’s why I have an old trivet I purchased a while back at an antique store that reads, “Our house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy.”