When we were expecting our daughter, I looked through hundreds of patterns & themes for a little girl’s nursery. I could not wait to decorate her room & make it beautiful. I was so excited to assemble her crib and swing and set up her play areas. When we were finished, everything was perfect. Our house felt complete.
Little did I know that these things would continue to accumulate and that our home would no longer resemble one inhabited by adults. Under a mountain of toys, books & stuffed animals is a floor that was once free of crumbs, dried up Play-doh chunks and puzzle pieces.
I must be honest, since our daughter’s birth I have not kept the tidiest of homes. I lack the time, ambition & energy to do it. I have grown accustomed to the mess, but every once in a while the disorganization makes me crazy. Today was one of those days. My husband & daughter went out for the day, so I thought it was time for a much needed cleaning. I dusted & scrubbed, swept, organized, sprayed & wiped. I sat back to admire my work. How amazing. It has been a long time since I could see the top off my coffee table.
When my family arrived back home, I couldn’t wait to show them our tidy home. My excitement quickly diminished as I watched my home revert back to it’s original cluttered form within moments. Now I remember another reason why I don’t clean. God bless our happy mess.