Do you have a messy house? I’m trying not to have a house of mess but mess wins most of the time. I am an “everything in its place” person. Every book, every cup, every pillow must be placed the same way every time. I put it down to my natural instinct as a graphic designer where every text box, line and graphic must be set to the exact measurement. But I’ve learnt, and I’ve learnt quickly, that there are a lot of exceptions to the rule. Order will not prevail in a house with even one child.
We have a very specific style for our house and I’d quite like to keep it that way. Our style could perhaps be considered unique even a little bit odd but it’s more or less what we’ve become known for.
When we moved into our new house last year we gave ourselves two weeks to decorate the whole house to a standard that felt like home. In two weeks we painted and cleaned up the entire four bedroom house – a lot of greys and blacks to accent our sub culture style. We took care of any wear and tear issues and remodelled the kitchen. We unpacked every box and black sack. Yes, every single one. There were 63 boxes and 34 sacks. Ouch
All of the furniture was put in position and we set forth with the almighty task of assembling any new flat pack items we decided our new house needed. We set up A’s bedroom so she would be comfortable and happy to slide straight into her bedroom without any fuss – which she did. She’s an awesome kid that takes everything in her stride.
Two solid weeks of dust and paint and cardboard burns. We were exhausted. So as you can imagine we quite like our house and the way we have it. I’m one of those mothers who is forever running around clearing up the mess that trails behind A (and B, let’s face it, husbands need mothering too!) and putting anything she’s not using back in its place. I don’t particular mind mess or dirt, it can be cleaned (and boy do I like to clean! Hah) but lack of order and messy moments out of my control, frazzel my head.
So, the tree of parenthood hands you a branch and says “ok, heres the deal – hop on this branch and keep your sanity by keeping your head above the grass or stay down there and disappear in the mess and height of over grown unruly weeds.” So, if I was in any way overly obsessive I wouldn’t have jumped on that branch and kept my head out of the mess. The following situations would have me driven crazy by now if I allowed them to.
3 Things I Got Over As A Parent…
Dirty Messy Sticky Icky Clothes
I’ll admit I now tell A to wipe it in her top. I just can’t be doing with rooting out a million wipes to clean her hands every second of a meal or snack. So, she gets messy, her clothes look a state. Who cares, she’s a toddler, aren’t they supposed to be messy?
Frustrating Spilly Messy No Rules Play
Speaking of messy, I underestimate just how messy messy play can get. Last week I was attempting a new sensory play activity with A and was about to add paint to our rice activity. Thank God I didn’t because I was not prepared for tiny rice grains to shoot across the room and land in places I had no intention of cleaning that day. This activity resulted in me running around with a dust pan and coaxing A to help me put every grain back in the jar. Momma Bear can make any activity fun! Ok, so I haven’t gotten over this one but I’m learning to deal with it.
Food, glorious, homemade food, will burn, baby burn!
Yes, that is my home made banana bread (what mother doesn’t have their own banana bread recipe) burnt to a crisp – enough said.
And no, I haven’t actually gotten over this one either. It’s just an aspect of life that I have to deal with now. Oh you poor sweet freshly made chocolate, yes chocolate, sob, banana bread :'(
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