This past week I was in 2 houses of stay-at-home-mom's, and I as soon as I stepped foot into their homes, I just wanted to run back out the door. Their houses were PERFECT!!!! Perfectly decorated, perfectly organized, perfectly clean! There was no little "junk corner" in the kitchen, no piles of shoes near the entrance, no mounds of clothes on their laundry room floor.
Even their playrooms were spotless, with not one toy out of place. "Does anyone play actually play here?" I thought to myself as I scanned the clutterless environment.
My next thought was that my husband can NEVER come into these homes, because if they can keep such a perfect house, with 3 kids, then why can't I?
I was, however, inspired to go home and at least start cleaning up Cameron's bedroom. But of course, my cleaning spree was interrupted as Max and Ella woke up from their naps, and I haven't been able to get back to the task.
What I need to do is visit my friend S. Her house is clean, but it's certainly not perfect. I can walk in her door, lay my jacket on the stairs, step over the toys in the hallway and plop down in kitchen barstool, knowing my view will be of piles of papers and left-over breakfast dishes.
Now that's a standard I can live up to.