My home looks much different than it did 21 years ago. Every Saturday was cleaning day; and not just tidy-up day. It was a full-blown, deep-cleaning day. Dusting, vacuuming, mopping, toilets. Everything. I remember being told once before I had babies that one day I wouldn't care so much about tidiness and everything being in its place.
Well...my home definitely isn't tidy anymore.
She was right...things are not in their places all the time.
And the things that are in their places have been joined
by things that I didn't put there.
And there is evidence that school is done here, in this place.
Oh, yes. And Star Wars.
Much Star Wars-ing is done in this place.
And LEGO-ing...
And the occasional Hot Wheels-ing...
And there are creations of love.
Love from a child to a mommy...
And love from a mommy to her children...
I wish I didn't care about things being tidy anymore.
But I still do.
But that's not what I care most about.