I have two wonderful, crazy, and messy dogs. They bring joy, cuddles, laughs, and, well, you guessed it, messes. I have shredded rugs, window sills gnawed on, shoes with teeth marks, bare patches of dirt in the backyard, and muddy paw prints everywhere. Let's remember the people I live with, my teens and, the messiest in our family, my hubby. Not dirty messy, more like clutterbug. And I'm sure he's clutter-blind. Oh, he does his best with reminders, like when I remind him, "Don't forget, I like to eat at the kitchen table." Unfortunately, our breakfast room is on the way to the back door and patio, with a detached garage. John uses the table as a stopping point before putting things out in his garage. Yes, his garage. I stay out of there at all costs! What's my point? I feel a weird guilt almost daily over the normal messes of life in my house. I make my bed every morning around tiny messes in the corners of the room, where bags of donations have been ...
That's lovely, Jen! What a great perspective! :)
ReplyDeleteHere's my slightly off-beat moment - http://everydaygyaan.com/uselessness-is-gorgeous/
Thanks Corinne...it's how I've spent most of the summer, at the pool with the kids. I'm usually in the pool with them, but it was a cool 82 (cool for Texas!) and I was being wimpy and didn't want to get in. It was a great photo op! ;)
DeleteLoved your yellow flowers! Beautiful!