Domestic Disaster

I am a horrible housekeeper. I often say, "I can't believe just how much I can't get done." Being a mama to two little ones takes a lot of time. Priorities are feeding and care of the kids, dishes, laundry. I clean the bathrooms on an as-needed basis. Usually when guests are due to arrive. It's nuts.

Before Valerie was born, I had such delusions about being a stay at home mom. I thought I would have all this time to clean, and cook, and organize. I thought I would have time to make art while my baby napped. Hah! No one told me. Some friends who had kids tried to. But I just found their comments annoying. Why couldn't they be excited like I was? They were excited for me, of course. But they also knew. And it is just something you really can't know until you live it yourself.

So, I live amidst domestic disaster. Daily. I often have lofty thoughts. I often despair. Sometimes, I just make a cup of tea. I really just need to get over it, already. And, thankfully, Tom understands.

I try to tell myself that what I lack in housekeeping, I more than make up for in mothering.

Still, please tell me that you, too, have surfaces covered in clutter. And spaces full of boxes you plan to get to someday. Please.