So today I am wondering if my house will ever (EVER.) not look like this:
To the left, you will see our “therapy bins.” Think that sounds fun and interesting? It’s actually all the junk that accumulates in our downstairs living space week-after-week. We call them “therapy bins” because every time Tessa has a therapist coming over, we throw everything into a bin and shove it into our master bedroom.
We have seven very full bins.
Did you happen to notice my half-painted toenails? The ones that I have been planning to paint before every one of the three road trips we have taken since Father’s Day? Someday…
On the bed, there are stacks of clothes that will surely find themselves piled on the floor at bedtime tonight. And then, we won’t know what is clean or dirty anymore, so they’ll probably get thrown back into the wash just because.
On the plus side, I did manage to mop the bathroom floor for the first time in…. for the first time.
The strangest part of all of this is that we are not busy people right now.
A couple of weeks ago, my husband asked me if I wanted to spend two kid-free days cleaning our house in celebration of our five-year wedding anniversary. While I’m sure that the most practical answer to that question would have been “YES! What a fabulous idea,” my response was something along the lines of “only if you want this to be your last anniversary. Ha Ha Ha.” I just don’t want to give up quality time to clean! While I really do enjoy a sparkling home (I think… It’s been a long time so I’m not actually sure), I enjoy living with my family more.
When I took Tessa to have one of her first blood draws, there was an elderly lady in the waiting room who was totally drawn to her. She told me “Don’t go home and do your dishes. My kids are in their sixties now. I can’t hold them anymore. I don’t remember the days that I scrubbed my floor or vacuumed. I remember the times that we played games or went for walks. Do those things.”
And so I am.
Yo soy La Lay 
I will be in Chicago in one week. I will come over and either force your husband to make your home sparkling or help him in the effort in exchange for some hang out time with my nieces and no small serving of chips and your guacamole…what do you say? AB
You’re on! 🙂