I have this plaque in my kitchen that reads:
have sticky floors
and happy kids.
I think it’s supposed to make me feel better. It doesn’t. lol I do have happy kids and that makes me happy. I am a mom, after all…that’s what we want for our children. Happiness. The messy kitchen, though? That drives me crazy. A sink filled with dishes, dirty pans on the stove, sticky spots from spilled coffee on the floor. And the crumbs. Ohhh, the crumbs. They’re everywhere. I sweep and they’re. still. there! That’s just the kitchen, y’all. On any given day you’ll find at least two laundry baskets filled with clean clothes, sometimes folded and sometimes not. There are toys everywhere. Toys in the living room, toys in the dining room, toys in the media room, toys in my bedroom, toys in the bathtub, toys in the backyard. Shoot, it’s a good day when we have a clear path to walk through all the toys in the play room. And then Keatyn loves to pull books off the shelves and scatter them all over the floor. Same with her diapers. My house is full of stuff and it is everywhere!
Here’s the problem: a messy house equals a messy mind for me. Seriously. When things get out of control with my house (which, let’s face it, is basically every day since I have three kids at home 24/7) my brain gets out of control. It feels chaotic and messy and wild and disorganized. I literally feel like I’m stuck and can’t move forward with anything until I get my house taken care of. I can’t focus. It sucks. And there is nothing more peaceful than a calm, clean, quiet house. Am I right? I am. It’s the best! So just clean it, right? Wrong. Cleaning your house while you have young children is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos. It’s pointless. lol Plus I have the sweetest little tornado who follows along behind me and undoes everything I do. When it comes to making messes, she excels!
Now here is where I should say that I’m going to implement a new cleaning schedule. Or maybe I should say that I’m going to start following Fly Lady. Guess what? I’m not. (Honest Abe, I am.) Here’s what I am going to do: I’m going to keep doing the same old, same old. I’m going to hang in there because I know just how fast these babies grow up. I know that one day they’ll be grown and gone and my house will be quiet and clean and spotless and so very boring. I hear from some people that I’m actually going to miss these messes. I don’t understand how that can be possible but I do know that I’m going to miss baby toys and little clothes and dinosaurs and video games and rocking horses and sippy cups and comic books. Yeah…I guess maybe I really will miss these messes, after all.
*Keatyn’s dress: Rylee & Cru