BK for the SAHM

For those of you not in the “know” that means Before Kids for a Stay At Home Mom…..
I kept a neat apartment before the children started coming. It was neat and clean and everything had its place. I was not anal. I didn’t freak when things were dirty. I didn’t dust a ton, I vacuumed and swept once a week (my day off) and dusted maybe once a month… once every 3 weeks.
What I am saying is that when the children came I didn’t lose my head because of the mess that comes with children. I just went with the flow. But now I think that I got carried away by the undercurrent and I can’t get back to shore. I clean the Living Room, which is the family room really and then the kids see how nice and clean it is and can’t resist but spend the rest of the day in that room only. Needless to say, it looks like I haven’t cleaned in a month of Sundays.messy

The bedrooms are a frustration! We are a family of 7 crammed into a 3 bedroom rental. Too many people+ too much furniture+ not enough room= a great BIG MESS!MessyRoom
Right after we decided that it was best for me to stay home and raise our first, second, third, fourth and then fifth child…. my husband came home one day from work and took a look at the house and asked what I had done all day….(HINT: DON’T EVER ASK THAT QUESTION UNLESS YOU ARE WILLING TO EITHER a. lose an important body part OR b. lose any and all chance of intimacy, I AM TOTALLY NOT KIDDING!!!)
**A Mommy’s Perception**
A man came home from work and found his 5 children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn around garden, The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and no
sign of the dog, walking in the door, he found …an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was against one wall, In the front room the TV was on loudly with the cartoon channel, the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel… She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, ‘What happened here today?’ She again smiled and answered, ‘You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?…
”Yes,” was his incredulous reply..
She answered, ‘Well, today I didn’t do it.’
**A Mommy’s Perception**

I borrowed this from “A Mommy’s Perception” page on Facebook. The link for her blog is: http://amommysperception.lolspots.com
So even though I sometimes flip out about the fact that I can’t walk across the room or sometimes can’t even open the door wide enough to get into the room…. we can always pick up. We can always clean. But time truly is short…. before I know it my children won’t be here anymore and I will have either a. the cleanest house on the block (like that would ever happen, lol) or b. I will purposely mess it up so I can “remember the days….” with nostalgia.
So I say, to hell with it, I am going to the park with my children.

Truly blessed and glad that I took a moment to vent so that I could see the truth of the matter……419880_4545782765543_328318579_n
Mary Anne~


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