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I have a confession to make.
Our home isn’t always tidy.
Maybe that’s no surprise to you, since I have 2 littles undertow. Somehow that’s surprising to me. I guess I thought maybe I could keep it all together with a 3 year old and an infant. I suppose, I was in fantasy mode whenever I thought this would be the case. Quite possibly I’m in fantasy mode because I think I actually can tidy up our home (one day). I’ve yet to really try, so I’ll have to keep you posted on that progress.
Nonetheless, our home isn’t tidy. And, if you asked me, I’d say our home has yet to ever be tidy.
Sure, I make an effort. I clean the bathrooms at least once every week (or two). I wash the dishes and wipe down the table and countertops every night. I sweep nearly every day, at least once (in the kitchen), after I’m done with the dishes. I might even mop, at least once a week. The rest of the floors in the house are mopped a few times a month, the living room carpet vacuumed once a week or so. Occasionally, I’ll wipe down the storm door, the patio doors, and even that lovely big picture window overlooking our expansive backyard. (I love that window the most, by the way.)
Yet our home isn’t really tidy.
It is (relatively) clean, it’s just not tidy. Yet, somehow the perfectionist, tidy, organized, keep things in order person I am is ok with this fact. Yes, I said it. I’m ok with our home not being tidy.
I’m ok with our home because, we’re still figuring things out; ways we want to organize and decorate. Heck, we haven’t even completed all of the painting in all of the rooms. Our furniture is mismatched, garnered from different places and times in life. We’re both short and long on storage, namely storage of the kids’ things, but that really just goes back to not having it all figured out just yet.
We’ve been here, in this lovely house for a year and a half now and we’re still not quite settled in.
Sure, we have our things all over and we’ve made a few changes, but we’re so very far from done. In many many ways we’ve barely started.
There’s much left to do, but also nothing to do. We have nothing to do in some ways, because we’re already in this lovely house. We’ve made this house into our home and we work at that every day. Each one of us, yes even Turtle Boy who’s only still a baby. We each put our mark on this house each day that we’re here; every step and mess we make within. Every change we will (eventually) make. Every memory we create. Every sound of laughter and play. All of this is ours and we’ll always be able to share together. This is how we make our mark on this house.
There’s so much more we want. Yet, also nothing more. We have each other and we love and enjoy one another. We struggle through this life we’ve all four been afforded and we love each other ever more each day. And that, my friends, is exactly why my house isn’t tidy.
Do you have a tidy house? If so, please do tell how you make that happen. Or maybe you’re house isn’t so tidy and you’re ok with that, too. I’d love to hear your stories in the comments below.