House of Mess

I'll be dead honest. My house isn't only clean. My house is not perfect.  And I'm okay with that.

This little girl keeps me busy.  She wakes up in the morning. We brush her teeth. She runs around a little bit while I make breakfast.  I serve her breakfast. When she's "all done" I clean her off and her high chair (not to mention Hannah's leftover too) and Sarah runs off and plays.  Usually does something like this:

Blocks aren't hard to put away.  But do you know I put them away 2-3 times a day at least? 

So after Sarah plays for a bit after breakfast, she naps in which I pick up her toys.  Then she wakes up and play for a little and eats...and goes back to her toys.

Then at night when she goes to sleep I pick up the toys.  So yes...my house is a mess.  I've chosen to let Sarah be a kid and make a mess (within reason of course).  I will let her eat on her own even if it is messier.  I will let her play with her toys and dump it all out instead of being the kid that just sits in front of the tv/tablet/computer/mobile device.  And I want to spend time with them and enjoy the moments growing up instead of worrying about how clean my house.  When my kids are older, and no longer mine but with their own families...I'm not going to look back and say "oh I wish I had a cleaner house."  I don't want to be the person that ends up thinking "I wish I spent more time enjoying my kids." 

I'm fine with a house of mess.  And the people who come over have an understanding that you are welcome to my house but you have to accept it the way it is. It's like that saying "those who matter don't mind, and those who mind don't matter."

Anyways, I would like to end with this:

Proverbs 14:4 "Where no oxen are, the trough is clean"