I decided this past Wednesday that I would send Grace to daycare and do a day of painting the kitchen and cleaning the house- really cleaning the house. It was a great day, I painted the whole kitchen, deep cleaned almost every room in our house, and listened to my "horrible" girly music on loud all day long! I was exhausted by the end of the day and excited to see Pat and Grace to show off our clean house. The carpets were clean, dishes done, toys organized, it was definitely a sight to be seen.
While getting Grace ready for bed tonight I was doing my nightly ritual of picking up. Looking around I noticed a pile of books on the couch from the afternoon reading marathon on Friday. Crayons were all over the table with a beautiful picture Grace had drawn. The dishes were still on the counter from lunch since we had all cuddled on the couch before nap time instead of cleaning up.
My house was not clean but it was filled with little messes that showed what a great couple days we had had as a family. I then realized a clean house is an amazing thing, it feels good every once in awhile to have that perfect looking house, but that is just not our family. And I am so glad. I will never be the perfect homemaker with a perfect house and an amazing dinner on the table every night, but our household is filled with laughter, love, and fun. That would be my pick any day....
1 comment:
Good post! I feel the same way. Our house may not be spotless, but it's full of love, and that's just fine with me.
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