Mommy's Dirty Laundry

My typical morning involves rolling out of bed, quite literally now that Im so pregnant I can't bend at the waist, getting my 9 month old out of bed, we let the dog outside, we eat breakfast, I get him dressed, we play on the floor, he lays down for a nap, I clean, he wakes up, we eats lunch, the dog picks up what is dropped on the floor, we play on the floor, he lays down for a nap, I get dressed, i clean, if I'm lucky I shower, he wakes up, we get our coats on and run errands, we get home and I cook dinner while he plays on the floor, if I forget to lock he gate so he stays in the kitchen with me and turn my back to him, he gets into something and strews it all over the floor, or breaks something, daddy comes home and plays with our son while I'm finishing dinner, we eat, I give him a bath, he goes to bed, and I'm too tired to do anything so I leave the mess till tomorrow.

I like organization, I like cleanliness, I like neat and tidy. My house is none of these things on a normal day. 

Dishes get left in the sink

Corners get left uncleaned

My bed doesn't get made

There are fingerprints all over my coffee table

There is only one usable corner on my dining table

My hutch is used to put things out of my sons reach, amongst other things

My floor has more toys than carpet covering it.

And my son likes to throw food on the floor which my dog gladly eats.

At the end of the day I am so tired of cleaning, only to have the mess pile up in some other corner. 

Then I see this messy face, covered in sauce, giving me the brightest smile, giggling at the dog eating everything he drops, and it makes everything worth it. 

Oh how I love looking at that face, and I wouldn't trade a single day of mess making with this boy for a clean house, not that I won't keep trying to have the best of both worlds. :)

 

One day I will have a clean house again, one day I won't be up until 2am cleaning the house while my tornado is sleeping, and one day will come soon enough. Until one day happens I intend to enjoy every messy day with my little messy man, and soon to be messy girl, because one day they will be grown, and I don't want to look back and have a clean house, if that means I missed out on precious memory making with them.