I love a clutter-free home! I love to be able to walk across my living room without stumbling over toys and books or getting gunk on my sock from food left on the carpet. I love the clean lines of a bed neatly made every morning. I love a clean sink and countertop, not to mention a clean stove.
BUT... I've had to let a lot of that go. Not on a permanent basis mind you, but I can not constantly stress out about the fact that I just put the toys away and now they are out again. I can not worry that I just did the dishes and already more are stacked in the sink. I need not be upset that I just vacuumed and already there are cookie crumbs on the carpet. I must not get upset that I just mopped and then in comes my husband with his snow boots.
I remember my mom telling the story of wanting her house a certain way...including my parents bedroom. One day she realized that she wasn't the only one living there; that my dad had a way that he liked to live too. I try to keep this in mind as I am now one of three living in our household.
It's more important that I love Abby and spend time with her than to keep her toys and books kept neat. It's better to greet my husband with a kiss and a smile at the door than a complaining tongue. It's the better way to love people rather than my things or my house!
BUT... I've had to let a lot of that go. Not on a permanent basis mind you, but I can not constantly stress out about the fact that I just put the toys away and now they are out again. I can not worry that I just did the dishes and already more are stacked in the sink. I need not be upset that I just vacuumed and already there are cookie crumbs on the carpet. I must not get upset that I just mopped and then in comes my husband with his snow boots.
I remember my mom telling the story of wanting her house a certain way...including my parents bedroom. One day she realized that she wasn't the only one living there; that my dad had a way that he liked to live too. I try to keep this in mind as I am now one of three living in our household.
It's more important that I love Abby and spend time with her than to keep her toys and books kept neat. It's better to greet my husband with a kiss and a smile at the door than a complaining tongue. It's the better way to love people rather than my things or my house!
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