Before I had children I expected that a stay-at-home mother should have the cleanest house on the block. I mean, you're home all day with the kids. You have all the time in the world to clean, right?
Well, after three years of life at home with the kids, I just need to vent that it is nearly impossible to keep our house clean. Especially when the weather doesn't allow for much outdoor play, it seems my days are spent trying to keep our home from drowning in a perpetual wave of toys and clutter.
Our kids are cute, but they are chaos in motion.
Henry is the cupboard king.
He loves getting into the cupboards, especially those he's not supposed to be in.
Claire, in the background, is "baking a cake".
She loves to get water from the sink and concoct her own recipes.
Part of the problem is that Claire doesn't see a mess. She sees art.
And for Henry, a clean room is a blank canvas.
He doesn't see a mess. He sees endless entertainment.
And then we have the problem of what I consider to be well-intentioned messiness.
Claire shows off the "make-up" she put on with markers all by herself.
And, of course, her fingernail and toenail polish.
Here she colored me a picture on the bathroom door. I couldn't possibly get upset, though, because she was so proud and said it was a Mother's Day gift for me.
Well, it's the thought that counts, even if it's 3 months late.
This, however, was the final straw. After Claire's naptime art explosion, all markers were placed out of reach, only to be used under adult supervision.
Truthfully, I'd never trade my kids for a clean and clutter-free home. They can be a lot of work, but at the end of the day, I go into their bedrooms and peek in on them while they sleep. And I am reminded once again of how much I love them.
Yeah, they're totally worth it!
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