I was spending time with a friend the other day when she said to me “Don’t take this the wrong way ok…. but, I’m really kinda jealous that you can let your house be…. well… kinda messy.” We got in to a conversation about what she meant, and basically, she is so concerned with her house being in order, and clean and organized, that she isnt able to enjoy even living in it. I used to spend my day walking behind my little humans, and picking up everything they threw down. I would take atleast one day a week to go through all their drawers and fold, and organize and put everything in its rightful spot… then, one day while yelling at my four year old about how hard I’d worked, and how upset it made me to see her pull all of her shirts out to dress herself and throw them on the ground… I saw the look on her face…and just then, it hit me. Sure, my house could be super clean and organized, but everyone living in it is miserable! One day, I will be able to have a clean, organized home… but right now, while it’s being over ran by a four and one year old…. it is not that time.
I am lucky enough to be a stay at home mom. I get to spend all day with my girls, and our house really truly is LIVED in. Some people dont get that luxury. They are gone at work all day, to pay for a home that empty most of the time. & Sure, they’re floors are spotless, and their walls dont have chocolate hand prints on them… but I wouldn’t trade those hand prints for anything on this planet. I want to be able to take the time to enjoy them, even if that means I live in a slightly chaotic mad house for the time being.
Now, dont get me wrong, I still spend a good portion of every morning cleaning, and so does Ava, but I try to be content with the mess because, really… that’s what my kids are best at right now, and it makes letting Ava put her clothes away a lot less of an ordeal when I’m fine with it being just put in to her drawer however they fit, instead of neatly folded. And god bless it! She is SO proud of herself when she jams her pile of clean jammies in to her pj drawer, and that pride is worth more to me than all the organized drawers in the world.
It may not be pristine, but it’s perfect to me, and what’s right, right now, for my family. I guess the whole reason I felt compelled to write this out, is that I think we as mothers put a lot of pressure on ourselves and each other, and maybe it’s time to stop trying to keep up with the Jones’ (and guaranteed, that as easy as Mrs. Jones makes it appear, she’s just as burnt out and stressed as you are!) and take a second to chill the eff out, and enjoy these messes a little, and maybe even contribute to them every once in a while and stop feeling so guilty about it. Before we know it, our babies will be out of the house, and we’ll be able to organize any and everything our little hearts desire… but I guarantee each and every one of us will miss the mess and the little giggles and screams that come along with them.