Beautiful Mess

You are amazing…Remember that today. Remember that when you’re on two hours of sleep and you definitely look it. Remember that when you’re juggling everything in life and you just need five more hands to keep everything in the air. Remember that when all you need is just one more cup of coffee and you've run out of filters. When the last think that you need after successfully changing the umpteenth dirty diaper, realizing it got on the changing table, and your hands.

Why is it that as women, wives, mamas, we allow the pressure to get to us? Why is there so much pressure in the first place? Pinterest is wonderfully dreadful as it shows thousands of ways to organize your home and be perfect in every way, shape, and form, but then…who has the time to perfectly fold every single pleat on a bed skirt? I mean really? If you've got that much time c’mon over to my house! There’s tons of work to be done here!

Sadly, I believe that we put the pressure on ourselves. We can blame it on the media, on pinterest, on other ‘perfect’ posing mamas; but shouldn't we take account of the way we’re allowing the world to make us feel?

There is a saying going around which brings on a batch of fresh truth:

Excuse the mess, we’re busy making memories.

In my quest to love fully and extravagantly, do the piled dishes really matter because I’m spending time playing with my son? Does the clean, but unfolded laundry on the bed, dare steal the memories I’m making with my friends and family?

 Today, I choose to not put on the façade that my house is “perfect” but instead declare that our family lives our lives in adventure and beautiful messes.