You probably can’t tell from looking at this, but that’s my kitchen table pad. It’s covered in stains from the different projects we’ve done. Once upon a time this was brand new and sparkling white. It was so white it blinded you on a bright day.
Now, it’s stained. You can see the remains of blue from our blue bonnet project or some other project we did. You can see some brown stains that are from a muddy shoe left too long. You can see the outlines of the papers they painted on. I smile when I look at this because I see happy memories.
I don’t have the cleanest house, not by a long shot. Instead what I have is happy kids, who know this is their house too. We have things we need to work on. I do need to work on cleaning more, but everytime I do I remember the phrase my Mom had hung in our kitchen growing up “Cleaning your house while your children are growing, is like shoveling your walk while it’s still snowing.” It’s an exercise in futility.
Instead, they delight in doing things like this. It’s a huge mess, and we’ve created a lot of fun with this, but it did take a while to clean up.
Now, I’m not saying I should just leave my house like this disaster area you see here (don’t you like how Batman is trying so hard to wake his sleeping sister). But, I do need to remember that they are only little for so long, and then they will all grow up, and what will I be left with? A clean house? Clean houses are not fun. So, I need to find a balance, right now we’re tipped a little too far in the direction of messes. It’s a constant struggle to get it clean and picked up. Why does every toy have so many little pieces? And it so quickly looks like a mess, but it’s still good to clean it. Which is probably the boring stuff I’m going to be doing today, despite, that I’m being called outside by this:
All right, now off to feed my kids, who actually slept past 8 today!