dress ~ b. (a resale shop)
shoes ~ thrifted
earrings ~ Kohls
bracelet ~ thrifted
i have come to a realization that my house may never be clean. i have two kids, a super hairy dog and a fiance who likes to take his socks off and leave them wherever he takes them off (and this can be anywhere). i am also, at times, lazy when it comes to cleaning up after myself. there are some days when i look at the dishes and think to myself, "these can wait until tomorrow, tonight i need to relax." i am ok with this for the most part, but there are some days when all i want is a clean house and more free time. is this even possible???
when i was a kid, my mom stayed at home with us. all of us. there were five girls within a 13-year age range, so my mom had to deal with all kinds of different messes, from diapers to 30 pairs of shoes in the entryway. i never understood her frustration about it then, but i do now. at the time, i just thought to myself, "that's where shoes belong", but now, every time i trip over my kids' shoes in our entryway, i think of my mom and say a 30-year old silent sorry to her.
however, i also chuckle to myself, because my mom's way of getting us to clean our rooms and the entryway was very unorthodox. you see, when she would get really fed up with the mess, she would just throw it all outside. it wasn't uncommon for us to come home to find piles of shoes, clothes, school notes and cassette tapes spewed along the front lawn. the worst was in the winter...it's sometimes hard to find those things in three feet of snow. and oddly enough, it never taught us to stop. we never thought to ourselves, "hey, if i don't pick this up, mom will – and she'll throw it outside." instead, we continued to be the slobs that we were, and she continued to throw it all outside. kids never learn.
i like to think that the act of throwing our stuff outside was somewhat therapeutic to my mom – so we were really doing her a service, right? i'm sure she always looked at it that way.
so sorry mom, for not doing what you asked. i know now what i didn't then...looking at two kids' pairs of shoes in my entryway drives me crazy, i can't even imagine what it was like to see five girls' worth of shoes in yours. and for the regular readers of this blog, you all know how much we birds like our shoes...so once again, sorry mom.