If you were to come over to my house right at this very minute, you’d find cereal crumbs smashed up from Luke’s hands on the rug right by my kitchen sink.
If you were to step into my office bathroom, you’d immediately wonder what is all over the floor and I’d tell you it is cat litter that is knocked out of the litter box when the cats use it. I don’t vacuum it nearly enough.
If you stepped into my bedroom, and ran your finger along the top of my dresser, you’d find an alarming amount of dust.
If you walked into the guest bathroom at the end of the hall, you’d find bath toys sitting in the tub that never get put away.
On the stairs you would find cat hair tumbleweeds.
You’d see marks on the wall from where furniture knocked it.
On the deck, you’d see a broken canopy from a swing that needs to be thrown in the trash but instead has sat on our deck for months.
If you looked in my refrigerator, you’d find gallons of milk, lots of coffee creamer, and leftovers that are probably due to be thrown away.
My sink would have dishes in it.
There would be shoes all over the playroom.
There would be toys, specifically matchbox cars, under chairs and in random corners of the house.
The vacuum would be sitting somewhere as if it was recently used but instead it’s just sitting there waiting to be used.
You would find half finished cups of coffee on all levels of the house.
But do you know what else you’d find?
Two happy little boys, and a mom that is okay with a messy, dusty house, and a kind husband who is more than understanding that the house doesn’t look like it used to before kids, and meals aren’t prepared as often as they used to be before my job + the household got busier.
I’m a big expectations girl, meaning I try to prepare realistic expectations for any and every situation. So, to stay content in this season, my expectations about the presentation of my house are way low. Also, the state of my van. But because of that, I’ve released any stress about constant cleaning or tidying. I stay on top of it, at a reasonable level, of course, but I’m much happier focusing on other things right now.
This is sort of a response to an e-mail I received from a reader asking “how I do it all?” and as you can see, I don’t.