I walked past our family room all day yesterday kind of cringing at the thought of having to pick it all up.
But at the end of the day I just stood in the middle of it, soaking it all in. And I felt happy. We relaxed and played and rejuvenated this weekend and after getting home late Saturday night, we put the kids to bed and didn’t worry about the mess. We talked about good, important things, then went to bed later than we should.
Then Sunday came and we spent the morning making breakfast and cleaning up breakfast and getting ready for church and coming home from church and playing and resting and eating together, not worrying about messes.
So here is Monday and for the first time in a while I totally don’t care about the messy house that I’ll be cleaning today because I have a great place to live in and my favorite people to live in it with me, and it was a good weekend with them and this just shows it.
So here’s my family room and my husband, and I really love them both.
“My House is clean enough to be healthy and messy enough to be happy.”
It looks just like a home with little children in it! I’m sure it cleaned up very quickly, unless the little ones were helping!
It sure is! Ava took a nap today so I cleaned while they both slept. Most efficient that way 🙂