I love having friends in my home, especially if I know you're coming. I'll usually tidy the living room a bit and make sure there's nothing gross in the visible areas, like a stinky diaper.
However, there are no words to describe the nauseated feeling I get when you have to run upstairs "real quick" to grab your child. This little commercial clip portrays it perfectly:
*Disclaimer: I don't encourage the show, I Hate My Teenage Daughter. It's portrayal of mom/daughter relationships is terrible.*
You see, I avoid the upstairs. The mess is out of control. It slaps you in the face as soon as you reach the top of the stairs.
You turn to grab your kid and gasp because you can hear your child playing in the girl's room but you can't see them! She has so much fun in her room, tossing all the clothes out of her drawers and all the toys out of their bins. I just accept it. Honestly, we clean it about once a month because she's a kid and won't stop playing with everything. Could I really expect her to do that?
And then, as you're trying to evacuate, you glance in the boy's room, which his sister plays in as well. She has just as much fun in his room as her's. Thankfully, he doesn't have much stuff...yet.
And then...
Oh yes, she does. If I forget to close the door, she has a BLAST in my room! Baahhh!!! I laugh out of insanity. (No pics of my room now. I'm saving that gem for another day. Lucky you.)
So, that's why I freak out a little when people go upstairs. I feel like the mess screams, "I'm an out-of-control mom-slob." And then I see your scarred eyes thinking, Eww. Oh my. Dear me. Heh...heh. Big Gulps, huh? Welp, see ya later!
I'm not the only one, am I? Am I?! You do realize that at some point in the next month, you're going to say, "Oh! Ooooh. Well, I'm not THAT bad." I'm ok with that as long as it helps you feel better about your momming abilities.
And prepare yourselves, friends. Because in a few days, we're gonna link up and share our dirty little secrets with everyone! It's exhilarating, I promise.
Oh, and as I'm writing this post, the boy ate Play Doh and the girl yelled, "Mom, I just keep forgetting to pee in the potty today!"
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Oh, and as I'm writing this post, the boy ate Play Doh and the girl yelled, "Mom, I just keep forgetting to pee in the potty today!"
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I like to think that anyone who doesn't have a huge mess hidden somewhere in their house either doesn't have children or perhaps has OCD.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could do this, you know be real, but I have a M-I-L problem. I am always glad when other people can write about real life so I know I'm not alone in the "happy to be a stay at home madness that is 3 kids under 4". Its refreshing cause I do feel alone when my kids misbehave and my house is a wreck like it is right now, when I choose not to clean, but just waste time for my relaxation. I'll be a frequent visitor if that's ok :)
ReplyDelete@John and Trina Busch Fortunately, I don't have the M-I-L problem. She loves me, which means she's awesome. ;) No, but for real, I have not shared this blog with some people for fear they'd shame & shun me. So glad you're realizing you are NORMAL! That's why I'm doing this. Hope you keep visiting and feeling welcome here!
ReplyDelete@simply heidi yes. for real. i used to think it was just me!
ReplyDeleteI loved your post. Oh my goodness! And I can totally relate to the very last statement. Today, my son came to tell me he was sorry for using too much toilet paper. Of course that was after his sister flushed the toilet. BIG MESS. Then, finally got that cleaned up and my daughter has one of those "forgot to use the potty" moments. No wonder I don't feel like I get anything done!
ReplyDeleteLove it! You should see my upstairs. As a matter of fact, I think I will tweet you a picture of my boys room.
ReplyDeleteThankfully I don't have an upstairs yet, but our bedrooms are almost always a mess, especially my little boy's room. And our living always has cars and trucks and train tracks everywhere which I frantically clean whenever someone comes over. I love that you're sharing "real life" with us. :)
ReplyDeleteI can totally relate! Except your floors look vacuumed in these pictures...i can not say the same. I love you Becky!
ReplyDelete@Breanne My floors? Vacuumed? Ha! I'm surprised the carpet creatures didn't reach out and strangle you. More on my floors on another post.
ReplyDeleteYears ago Mark and I decided toys in a bedroom DO NOT work. Our family room is the keeper of all things kids/toys ie "the mess." This works much better for us, then all we have to deal with in rooms is their clothes. I like to do "quick-tidy" with my kids. We set the timer for 10 or 15 minutes (depending on the mess) then race to see how much we can get done before the timer goes off. When the timer goes off we are done cleaning that room and we take a break and go back to having fun (ie making it messy again) It works better for me to tell them this is all the cleaning we are going to do for the day, then they are more likely to help.
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