When my husband and I first met, we rented this adorable little duplex. We were young and worked all the time so the place was spotless. We had the basics: nice second hand furniture, thrift store art and lamps, a 500lb 36 inch TV (that was my husband’s pride and joy) and candles in every room. Man, I miss candles sometimes!
Time went by and we bought our first house. Oh man, did we go crazy – shabby chic feng shui style! I was really into wood working and mosaic art so I made furniture, refinished some pieces that we got at auctions and painted every wall in that place! Our first little house was my masterpiece and I loved showing it off. We had parties for every occasion possible and could entertain with a moment’s notice. Even when we had our first baby, the nursery was perfect and we still had time to entertain – we also had a housekeeper that came once a week. People would come in and exclaim “you would never even know you had a baby”!
Boy how things change!
We outgrew our first little house real fast and moved into our current home. You could call it a house but it’s really a mismatched-combat training zone-boys bathroom-bacteria laboratory –Work. In. Progress. I love it.
The days of magazine living are long gone because we are living a REAL life now. Please, let me just say: if YOU are able to keep your house staged and spotless AND you have more than one child – YOU have a real life and you are my hero. I want to know your secret! I do have standards, even in my exhaustion, so the bathrooms and the kitchen get a good cleaning once a week. The rest of the house is in a constant state of disaster. Even with the kids picking up their droppings every day, I am in a perpetual state of cleaning. My idea of entertaining has changed because there is no more magazine house. If you can’t handle all of my work-in-progress kitchen, dried spaghetti on the kitchen table and BOYS bathroom…you just shouldn’t be here and here is why:
I’m growing kids here. I’m not trying to impress anyone but them and I actually mean that I want to leave an impression. I do teach them to clean and respect their belongings but we are working on a lot of other stuff here! If I spend an evening with them playing legos or coloring, I am doing something way more important than cleaning. I am raising boys and it’s really, really messy. In fact, a plastic spider just landed in my wine glass and splashed my computer. I didn’t even flinch!
This is an embroidered poem, author unknown, that my grandmother gave to me when I had my first son. I loved it then and I love it now when I walk past it into my baby girl's bedroom.
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow For babies grow up we learn to our sorrow, so quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
For babies grow up we learn to our sorrow,
so quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
I love this poem and it reminds me that my house will be so clean and fashionable when they all grow up. I’m just not ready for that yet.