true story


If you were to come over to my house right now you’d find cracker crumbs under EJ’s high chair from her little fingers crumbling them up, and drops of milk on the table where BG missed his mouth eating his morning cereal.

If you were to walk into my front room, you’d see a scattering of baby toys and magazines all over the coffee table because EJ would rather move them around then play with her own stuff.

If you walked into the bathroom, there would be bath toys in the tub that don’t usually get put away.

When you walk in my front door and look down the stairs you’ll see boxes full of things we don’t want to unpack before moving again and furniture that doesn’t fit in the room.

My kitchen sink would probably have dirty dishes in it–from breakfast at least.

The dryer is full of clothes that need to be folded, but I’m waiting to do that until I need to use it again.

The front window and back door have fingerprints on them because immediately after cleaning them last week EJ thought she’d go bang on them to wave to whoever was outside that day.

There are jeans draped over the doors to my bedroom and the guest room.  At one point they were there to dry, now they’re just waiting for me to put them away.

BG’s room would have dirty laundry scattered on the floor, but I don’t have the energy to beg him to bring it up–he’ll do it when he’s out of clean clothes that he likes to wear–I at least know that much.

Behind my kitchen table you’d see piles of BG’s schoolwork, this week’s homework, pencils, crayons and everything else he needs to do his school stuff.

My front entry light is burned out–as is one of the bulbs in my hallway.

I try, but I don’t have time to get to it all.  But guess what else you’d find?  Two happy, clean and well fed kiddos.  As much as I like a clean house, and I used to be OCD about making sure it stayed that way, I’d much rather have happy kids and have time to spend with them rather than focus only on keeping everything looking perfect.  Plus, if my house looked perfectly put together all the time then I couldn’t make you all feel better about yourselves when you visited my disaster.


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