For the mom who sees the pictures and sometimes not-so-nice comments about messy houses, and quickly realizes that the pictures resemble her own home – this is a friendly reminder that messes are sometimes blessings!
At the end of our lives, we will not be judged by how organized our homes were but by how we are as people.
Mom with the messy house, I know that you are trying to juggle raising babies, running a house and maybe even working outside of that house.
I know that you wake up at 5 after just a few short hours of interrupted sleep to begin the day. You make an attempt at getting yourself ready for the day, before the house starts buzzing. You throw clothes and shoes on the kids and scramble to find their coats and assignment books before rushing out the door at 7.
The next nine or ten hours are spent pursuing your passion and supporting your family. Quickly running out of the office at 4:59 to get to your volunteer meeting or the kids to some sort of practice at 5.
At 7, a mere twelve hours after you left, you walk in your house to eat dinner as a family around the table, even if it’s fast food. You cherish that thirty minutes where you get to catch-up with your family before you rush to complete homework and bathe some sleepy little people.
Everyone is happily (haha, yea) tucked into bed at 8:30, and you quickly do a load of laundry, set clothes out for the next day and check your email. Nine rolls around and your eyes are heavy. You see that in the short time you were at home the house got even messier, but the mess will have to wait until tomorrow because someone will need cuddles in the middle of the night and you need some sleep before the day starts over again.
You see, I have the same messy house, and the same busy life. And our mess doesn’t mean that we are lazy. In fact, I think it means exactly the opposite. We are living and giving and loving, and our messy homes are a reflection of just that.