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Welcome! It's messy in here!

(Written a few days ago)

I am in a mad dash to clean the house.  We will have dinner guests in about an hour. The boys are outside playng in the dirt, which means in about 45 minutes, there will be dirt all over my kitchen floor. 

I do not like to clean.  Most days,if you came to my house, you would be greeted by my nice brown chair, full of laundry . . . sorry, you can't sit there.

 
The kitchen counters would have paper, kids cups, and random items that were left on the floor, on them.  The sink would be full of dishes . . . .



 If you happened to knock on the door during school hours, you would see books everywhere, pencils strewn on the floor, and our chalk door containing scribbles . . .

But, when we have guests even if it is a mom friend with their kids for a play date.  I clean. And clean. And clean.  And the house looks nice.  Really nice, I think.  And today, I am wondering why.  I mean it is nice to have the house clean for guests.  But wouldn't it be even nicer to be REAL and let friends walk into my house when it is at its normal state?  I know when I walk into a house that is perfectly clean, no toys on the floor, etc, I begin to feel that somehow I am not quite the mom I should be, because, after all, my house does not look like that all the time.  

But what if I let myself be just a bit more real around other moms?  What if that helped just one more mom feel more comfortable about having messes around her home too?  Because after all, isn't that what friendship is about . . . being real and allowing others to be real around you.

So, welcome to my home.  Welcome to my mess!  Won't you come in and have a cup of coffee?




 

Comments

  1. I thought you were going to say "wouldn't it be nice to have a clean house just for us". Ha! That's the attitude I usually go with...why do I clean for others but if it's *only* my family, I don't care as much?

    But to your point - yes, if I walked into your home in it's normal state, I would feel more relaxed than if I walked into a pristine house. Maybe there's a happy medium?

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  2. I love this so much. Especially this morning. I, like you, don't keep a super neat house on most days, but guests are a game changer. The thing is, I consider our Tuesday babysitter a 'guest' and try to have a clean house for her. However, yesterday night I worked late and Aaron, who would usually clean if I work late also had to work late. So, our house is not in the best shape, but I had to choose an attitude of, 'oh well' this morning :) Still trying to choose that attitude!

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  3. Agree! Came to a similar conclusion a few months ago. I clear couches and chairs so people can sit, but 3 small people live here and it definitely looks like it.

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  4. I love your honesty!! I think sometimes other moms need to see us without make-up, our homes being "lived in" and just living every day life! But, at other times, a clean house can be a gift to our friends. We invite them into a calm, relaxing place that has been cared for just for them as a guest. I love that you don't obsess over things, and that you make time for what is most important in life - family and friends!! :)

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  5. I am the same way!!! I always clean like the dickens when I am expecting people. But when people call randomly or stop by real quick, I always let them in the door to see the horrors contained inside. It makes everyone breath a sigh of relief and it keeps it real! Especially since I am brand new to a town and just getting to know everyone. I do not want them thinking I am susie homemaker over here. With three small kids and a happy smile in public, some have said they thought I must have it all together...HA!! Love this post soooo so much :)

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  6. Oh boy...looks and sounds just like our house, too! My aunt always said, "The sign of a good mother is a messy house." And I've always lived by that!!!

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