Guest Blogger: Shara from Wife to Mom

I am sure as a mother (or Father) you have thought this in your mind at some point. I think with kids, we all have – even the neatest of us! You spend allll day picking up toys, clothes, and shoes – for what? To have that cute little munchkin of yours drag it ALL out as fast as you pick it up.

Kind frustrating, huh?

I don’t know about you guys, but for me, when my house is a tornadic devestation area, I get really grouchy and the big black trash bags start coming out. 30 minutes later, the mess problem is solved and it is all heading outside to the trash dumpster. Not pretty, I can assure you!

This has actually only happened about twice, because I learned very quickly that the “if you don’t put it up I am throwing it away” tactic can get VERY expensive and it only works if you follow through with your child. So, you have a bag full of expensive stuff going out to the dumpster, and a mini-me hanging on your leg yelling “No Momma, NOOO!” and you are saying back, “well if you had of put it up, I wouldn’t be throwing it away.” Then to make matters worse, you end up throwing away half of a toy set. So, you have one useless part laying at home and the other part laying among “things to gross to name” in a landfill somewhere. A little on the wasteful side…

So, a clean house – as women, MOST of us PRIDE ourselves in being able to boast that our house is ALWAYS clean and NEVER messy, and we dust everyday, mop every other day, etc etc.

Please.

That’s just how it is. It’s part of being a mom – comes with the territory. And guess what, IT’S OKAY. If you are like me, I kept an immaculate house BEFORE I had my son. Now, I keep it, and that’s all I am going to say. I would love to add immaculate back to my vocabulary, it is just when you have kids, your priorities are rearranged a little bit.  You have a little one that loves to play, drag out, and “help” you while knocking over that fresh folded laundry in the process.  You walk into the kitchen to find that your munchkin has somehow reached the Playdoh –again – and went to work on creating you a “cake”. In the process, smashing it in the floor, smearing it on the counter, and sticking it on his clothes. You try to be upset, but really you are thinking, “this is such a Kodak moment!” so you end up running for the camera to capture this work of mess.

Did I mention you JUST CLEANED the kitchen???