If you were to come over to my house right now, you would not find perfection.
You might find a porch that needs to be swept… again. There's flowers and pinestraw that blew over to gather around the welcome mat.
You might find a sink full of dishes. Cereal bowls full of leftover cereal milk, the remnants of late night scoops of ice cream, a saucepan with leftover enchilada filling, and a bunch of others waiting to be done.
You might find a bunch of throw pillows thrown everywhere but where they belong.
You might find bobby pins strewn about.
You might find unmade beds well into the afternoon.
You might find toothpaste crust in my son's sink.
You might find a suitcase that needed to be unpacked days ago and piles of laundry on the floor.
But do you know what else you'd find? Laughter. Joy. The squeals of delight coming from my 10 year old as I chase him around the house. Cuddles as we curl up with a bowl of popcorn watching movies. A kind husband who doesn't have expectations of perfection. A family stretched out on couches satisfied after a homemade meal.
I don't completely let things go, but I have found contentment in my mess. I look around and I see evidence of a family who lives & loves.
This was a response to a Facebook message from a reader asking how I do it all. As seen above, I do not.